after all," said Marjorie, looking somewhat worried.
"I guess you don't know where you do want to go," sniffed the Dream, contemptuously.
Marjorie hesitated. "I'll tell you what!" she exclaimed, suddenly, "take me to the very nicest place that you know of, will you?"
"Sure," agreed the Dream, cheerfully, "only the way there isn't so nice."
"Oh, I don't mind that," said Marjorie, "if it's only nice when I get there.
"Look out for that mud-puddle!" exclaimed the Dream.
Marjorie stepped over the mud puddle very carefully. "It's bad walking," she said, looking about her.
They were making their way through some very low and swampy ground, and there was mud and water upon every side, much of it hidden by a growth of long rank grass, which looked particularly green and coarse. There seemed to be a great many other children going along the same way, and Marjorie looked at them curiously. Some appeared to be intelligent and well dressed, and others stupid and poorly clad; but all showed, upon their features
