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 scenery,—afraid the burro would not come so far as this,—afraid he would turn off at the branch trail,—that is five, isn't it?"

Marjorie hesitated. "Why," she began, "of course I didn't really mean that I was afraid;—for none of those things really mattered in the least. I just meant——"

"I only know what you said," interrupted the Dream. "You said that you were afraid."

"But you don't understand!" exclaimed Marjorie. "I'm afraid—that is—I suppose that I use the word wrongly, but——"

"I suppose you do," said the Dream. "It would be a mighty good word to cut out of your dictionary. It has no place anywhere that some other word would not fill a thousand times better. Don't you think so yourself?"

"Yes, I guess you are right," said Marjorie thoughtfully; "but I'm afraid