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 had been at first, and looked off across the wonderful stretch of color to the palm trees and the blue gauze sea.

"The picture is still here, you see," said the Dream.

"Yes," said Marjorie, "and oh, it is so much bigger and brighter and more beautiful than those that I have been looking at down below."

"And are you a misfit here?"

"No."

"Why?"

Marjorie gazed long and silently, then she said softly; "I think that it is because it is so very big that there is room for everybody, and so there can't be any misfits."

"And why is it so big?"

"Because I am so high up and can see so far, and nothing seems to crowd anything else because there is so much room everywhere that I look; and nothing seems to bruise me and hurt me here, as things did down below."

"And why did they seem to bruise you and hurt you?"

Marjorie sat and thought for quite a while. "It was because of what I really wanted," she said. "Not what I thought that I wanted, but what I really truly wanted;—and they gave me nothing but stones;—and it was because of what I wanted to give, and they wanted to receive nothing but—pebbles."

"You wanted bread?"

"I wanted to learn. That is what I said before. More than anything else in the whole world, I