"And it will keep me from ever being lonely again, or feeling weak or puzzled. It will be a friend, and will keep me always on my guard. Each part of it puts me in touch with Him. He is always watching every expression that I turn toward each person that I meet;—He sees me from behind their eyes. He is always waiting to express love through my face; if I will only let it shine through. He is always waiting to speak His message through my voice; if I keep the tones pure enough to carry it. Oh, I wish that I could be worthy."
"That was a busy bunch of violets, today," said the Dream.
"Oh, yes," said Marjorie: "Every blossom was wonderful."
"Do you remember what you said a while ago, about being, yourself, made up of experiences? Well, if you made every one of your experiences as sweet as each one of those violets, there wouldn't be any question about your being work would there?"
"But some of the experiences are so hard to keep sweet, or make sweet;" said Marjorie, with a sigh.
"Are they, really?" asked the Dream. "All that you have to do is to transmute them with love and understanding, from material experiences into spiritual experiences;—and when that is done, the only thing that remains is a
