"Mother is going to take them to town and sell them. We are trying to save money enough to buy back the cow."
Again Marjorie put her hand in her pocket, but there was nothing there. "Oh, how I wish I could help you," she said.
"You have helped me," said the little girl. "There was a great big lump in my throat and now it is all gone. I think you loved it all away. Now I'm going. Good-by."
Marjorie watched her go back to the other child, and together they took up the pail again and walked down the path toward the road.
"She is a dear little girl, isn't she?" said Marjorie to the Dream, who was stretched out flat on the top of a boulder, with his chin on his hands.
"Yes," said the Dream, following her with his eyes, "and—"
"Oh, look!" interrupted Marjorie excitedly. "Look there!"
The children had gone quite a little way down the road, when suddenly out of a gate by the wayside ran a big, rough-looking man. He rushed up to the children, said something, snatched the pail of strawberries out of their
