and clothing, spots of mud and dirt from the marsh through which they were passing.
"Do we have to go far in this swamp?" asked Marjorie.
The Dream pointed to where, a long, long way ahead, they could see roofs and spires shining in the distance, surrounded by groves of trees.
"It seems a pretty long way," said Marjorie, turning from the sight to look about her once more. The swamp stretched away as far as she could see upon one hand, and upon the other was a high, thick hedge. Here and there, about the marsh, were scattered little islands which were fairly dry and sported a few trees and bushes; and upon each of these knolls was a crowd of children, still soiled and grimy from plodding through the mud, but laughing and singing and playing games in the gayest and noisiest manner.
"Let's go and watch them," said Marjorie, pointing to a nearby island.
"All right," agreed the Dream, "only you won't get to the nice place so quickly."
"I don't mind," said Marjorie. "I'd like to see what they are doing."
