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 "All of that wisdom," answered the Dream.

Marjorie puckered her brows. "I don't exactly know," she said. "It was just there when I wanted it, that was all. I suppose that when we really try to chum with Understanding and Common Sense, they give us what we need when the time comes to use it or pass it on;—but sometimes it is awfully hard to live up to their standards so that they will stay with us."

The two walked along the trail for some time in silence, Marjorie thinking very deeply;—at last she said:—"I'd hate to be a slave."

"Yes," said the Dream, "it would be uncomfortable."

"I can't see how anyone—" but just at that moment her foot slipped on a mossy rock and down she went, hitting her knee on the rock and sinking her elbow deep into the mud. "There!" she exclaimed, "I might have known what would happen if I wore these