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 Dream; "only you don't fully understand yet, any more than you do about your watch. It is all according to unvarying laws. When you do a good deed, you work according to those laws, and you can depend upon the result infinitely more surely than you can depend upon the works of your watch."

Marjorie nodded her head gravely. "I see," she said; "but you talk to me so differently from the way you used to."

"You're growing," said the Dream, "and—"

But Marjorie held up her finger. "Listen," she said, and presently they heard again the sound which had attracted her attention, and recognized it as a sob.

Marjorie peered over the railing of a small bridge which they were crossing, and down on the bank of the narrow stream she saw a little girl crying bitterly.

Marjorie ran down the bank. "What is the trouble?" she asked, sitting down beside the child.

"I've lost my hat," said the little girl, still sobbing. "It blew into the creek as I was crossing the bridge, and it must have floated down the stream, for I can't find it anywhere, and I don't know what to do."