shining. "Oh, do see!" she cried; "There are double ones, great big blue ones! Did you ever see such long stems and such perfectly gorgeous blossoms?"
The man had circled around that end of the field, and now approached, walking down between the rows of violets. Here and there he stopped to gather a few particularly large ones. As he came near, Marjorie jumped down from the fence, thinking suddenly that he might not like to have her stand upon it; but as she stepped back, he called to her, and when she came forward, he held out to her the bunch of flowers that he had gathered and arranged with a few glossy leaves. Marjorie caught her lip between her teeth. "For me?" she exclaimed, breathlessly; "Oh, I love them! Oh, I am so glad!" and she looked up at him, as she held them close to her face. "Oh, you don't know how glad I am!"
The man looked at her for a moment, and then turned away without speaking, and walked off down the field.
Marjorie stared wonderingly after him, and then turned to the Dream. "I saw it," she said; "I saw it!"
"Saw what?" said the Dream.
"I saw the thing that I couldn't remember. I saw it in his face."
"And what was it?" asked the Dream.
"I don't know;" Marjorie shook her head
