can see that you know horses," he said, turning to the man again; "I'd like to take you on."
Just then one of the horses started and swerved a little, and Marjorie saw the man's hands grip firmly, as if he had hold of the reins. She touched one of the tight fists with her finger. "You've got it back again," she whispered, breathlessly; "You've got your grip back!"
The man raised both closed hands and looked at them, and then clenched them even tighter. Then he looked up at the farmer. "Yes," he said; "I'd like the job."
"All right, climb in," said the farmer. "Here, take the reins. Have you got a good, firm grip?"
"I have," said the man; and he glanced down at Marjorie. "I have."
A little choke of joy came into Marjorie's throat. "Good-bye," she called, "Good-bye! It's going to be splendid. Good-bye!"
The farmer turned and waved a hand to her, and away down the road sped the team, in a line so straight and true that one could tell that they were under the hand of a master. Marjorie turned to the Dream. "Oh," she said, "I'm so glad! I'm so glad!"
"So are they," said the Dream. "Well, that was worth coming back for, wasn't it? How did you find out what it was that called you back?"
Marjorie shook her head slowly. "I don't
