she said slowly, "that I should have learned that the things on the other side of the spectacles are not always just the same as they look from our side."
"Good guess," said the Dream.
"But what do the spectacles stand for?"
The Dream grinned. "Did you ever look through a skew-gee window-pane?" he asked.
Marjorie laughed. "Indeed I have," she said. "There was one pane in Grandma's sitting-room window that made people coming up the street look as if their feet grew out of their chins, if you got your head in the right place, and when they got nearer, their faces would be all wriggly. I used to sit there and giggle, it was so funny."
"Did you worry any about the poor people with their feet growing out of their chins, or with the wriggly faces?"
"No," Marjorie laughed. "I knew that it was just the window-pane that made them look that way."
"And what was the matter with the window-pane?"
"Why, Grandma said that it was very old glass, made before the people here knew how to
