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 grinning, "and he runs it yet." He drew both little pointed toes up on to the footboard and clasped his hands around his knees. "There's more of us than you'd think," he observed, seriously. "The trouble is, you don't always know us when you see us. You'd never guess how many there are around all the time, never in the world! Why—" the Dream paused.

"What were you going to say?" inquired Marjorie, politely.

The Dream swung his feet again and grinned. "I guess I was talking too much," he said, aggravatingly. "I might lose my job."

"Oh, please go on," coaxed Marjorie.

The Dream shook his head. "No, you mightn't understand now. You'll find out by and by if you'll keep your eyes open, or rather, if you keep them shut, and look for the right thing."

"And what is the right thing?" asked Marjorie.

The Dream looked at her, steadily, for a moment. "I'll tell you," he said, soberly. "There's just one right thing, and that's truth. You watch for Truth, and when you see her, you just follow her everywhere, anywhere, no-matter-where. That's my advice."