Marjorie went on. "It wouldn't be so bad if you would take me to places where I really want to go, and let me see really interesting things; but you never let me have anything to say about it. You just take me anywhere that you have a notion to, and you don't care in the least whether I like it or not."
"You think that you could plan your trips better, yourself, do you?" asked the Dream.
"Of course I could," said Marjorie. "You don't know where I want to go, and I do."
"Well, where do you want to go to-night?" asked the Dream.
"Nowhere," said Marjorie. "I want to be let alone to-night."
"All right," said the Dream, "we'll go there, then."
"Where?" asked Marjorie, in surprise.
"To Nowhere, of course," said the Dream. "That's where you said you wanted to go isn't it?"
"Yes, but—" began Marjorie.
"Then what are you waiting for?" asked the Dream.
"Well, I—I guess I don't want to go there,
