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 is a certain proof that you are ready for it and its kind, if you keep your head and don't run away."

Marjorie nodded seriously.

"Now take a look at those sunbeams," said the Dream for the third time. "They answer a question that you asked me a while ago."

"What was the question? We've talked about so many things."

"You asked how you are to know what people themselves really are."

Marjorie sat looking at the sunbeams earnestly, as they danced and flickered all about. Some swung across the grass and apple-blossom petals, some slid back and forth on broad dock leaves, some rested upon a great, rough, gray boulder, and some lay upon the smooth path before the apple-tree. "They are curious," she said, at last. "They are all of different shapes and sizes and colors. Those that lie on the path have smooth, clear outlines and plain, quiet colors; those on the grass and apple-blossom petals are all uneven, running in streamers up and down the grass blades and showing pink through the petals; those on the rock are rough and gray and have sharp,