"Why, yes," said Marjorie, "I—"then she hesitated.
"You saw the need of moving the stones, didn't you?"
"Yes," said Marjorie.
"And you were able to do it?"
"Oh, yes."
"And the people were really bringing the wagon up the hill quite easily, there were so many of them?"
"Yes," admitted Marjorie.
"Then, honestly, why did you leave the stones in order to go and pull on the rope?"
Marjorie stood still and thought, very soberly. "Well," she said at last, "I guess it was because it looked more interesting."
"It wasn't because you actually thought that they needed your help?"
"No-o," admitted Marjorie. "But then, I didn't stop to think of it that way,—I just wanted to do it."
"But you didn't ask yourself why you wanted to do it,—or if it were wise?"
"No-o. It just looked like helping, and I—I wanted to be in with the shouting."
"Yes," said the Dream, "you are not the
