don't know anything about it, isn't it just as easy to assume that there is a reason, as that there is not?"
"But," cried Marjorie, "what reason could there possibly be for that man to steal the berries from those poor little children? How can I assume that he had a reason?"
The Dream looked at her with a little grimace. "Well, I said that you had not long-range eyes—nor ears—nor mind; but I'll lend you some for fifteen minutes and let you go reason-hunting; and I'll turn the clock back a little so that you can go after the particular ones that you want. There, do you see the little folks with the berries?"
"Yes," said Marjorie, "and there comes the man to take them away. Oh, I don't want to see that again!"
"Wait," said the Dream.
"Oh," said Marjorie, "I can see better now that I am so close. Why—why, that house is afire! Oh, look! That is what he took the berries for; he poured them out on the grass just as carefully, even if he was in such a hurry; and he filled the pail with water and climbed up on the roof beside the chimney. My! but there
