her lips trembling, as she walked slowly back and climbed into the car.
Marjorie waved her hand to them as they drove away, and then turned and stood looking after the woman, her eyes narrow and her chin hard.
"You don't look happy," said the Dream.
"I'm not," said Marjorie. "What makes people act that way? What makes them? Does she think that she will get any good out of a kindness done in such a spirit as that? Do you suppose that she does?"
"Perhaps she didn't do it for any good that she would get out of it. Perhaps she did it because the woman looked tired."
"No, she didn't. Any one who would do a thing that way, and who wouldn't kiss a clean little child just because it wasn't pretty and rich, hasn't one bit of heart. She just did it because she was superstitious and thought that by doing something for somebody, she would get something in return. That's all she did it for."
"Something of a mind-reader, aren't you," said the Dream.
