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 The little girl looked surprised. "Don't you want it, yourself?" she asked. "Your dress is thin."

"I'd rather you'd have it," said Marjorie, hurriedly; and leaving it in the hands of the astonished little girl she ran after the Dream.

Neither of them spoke for some time after she had joined him, and Marjorie kept glancing down stealthily, in search of the new cloak. Presently she began to shiver. The Dream giggled. "Are you cold?" he asked.

"Yes," said Marjorie, in a very low voice.

"Why did you give away your cloak?" asked the Dream.

"The little girl had none," said Marjorie, in a still lower tone.

"And you wanted to do a kindnes?," asked the Dream, with a funny little quirk at the corner of his mouth.

Marjorie was silent.

"Still learning things, aren't you?" asked the Dream.

"Yes," said Marjorie, her teeth chattering.

"What did you learn this time?"

Marjorie bit her lip for a moment, and her eyes were brimming when she answered, still in