Marjorie thought for a moment. "Well," she said, "I don't know that I can describe any of them; I don't seem to remember what sort of hair or forms or clothes they had,—it didn't seem to be that. I guess that it was the smile back of their eyes, and their voices, and the gentle, strong way that they did things. Anyway, I thought that I had never seen such lovely people; and everything that they did was kind; whether they worked together or played together or only sat by themselves, you just felt the kindness and the helpfulness and the lovingness of them."
"What an awful nightmare!" commented the Dream.
"Wait," said Marjorie, "I haven't got to the awful part yet. While I was standing there watching them and loving them, a man came up behind me—he didn't come from among them—and when I turned around and saw him, it made me jump, he looked so different. At first I didn't know what made him so different; but after a moment I saw it was his spectacles. They were such ugly spectacles!"
"How were they ugly?"
"Why," said Marjorie, "I don't know; but
