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 "He will soon have the debt paid," said Marjorie, clapping her hands gently together.

"He will never have it paid," said the Dream.

"Why?" asked Marjorie, in surprise.

"Because," answered the Dream, "every kindness that he does, will so much more than pay for itself, that the debt to you will grow and grow, and never stop growing, although he should return to you ten thousand times the amount of money that you loaned him."

"Dear me, what a very rich person I am!" exclaimed Morjorie, smiling happily.

"Yes," said the Dream, "you made a very good investment; but you can't corner the kindness market. There's too much competition these days."

Marjorie laughed again. "I don't want to," she said. "The more there are in that buisness, the better."

Just then the sun went under a cloud, and the deep shade of the tall pine-trees, among which the road now wound, made the air seem chilly, and Marjorie took her cloak from her arm and began to put it on. As she did so, a sudden thought came to her, and she looked the cloak over, critically. She had never been