through it and see folks as they really are. But how are we to know how they really are?"
"Look at those sunbeams," said the Dream.
Marjorie glanced about her and found that she was sitting under a great apple-tree on the side of a hill; a little way below her lay a pretty, brown road, and a little pathway ran in and out among the apple-trees, passed close in front of her, and then twisted away along the roadside. Just as she looked up, two little children came down the path carrying a big tin pail between them. They looked poor and tired, and as they came close, Marjorie saw that the pail was full of wild strawberries, beautiful, big ones, and a little whiff of wind brought the delicious fragrance to her.
Marjorie's mouth watered. She reached into her pocket to find if there were money there; but there was none, and she shrugged her shoulders and glanced toward the Dream with a funny little helpless grimace; but the Dream paid no attention.
Just then the children set down the pail to rest, and looking about, they saw Marjorie, who smiled and nodded to them. One of them had a
