all about you; and this one is just waiting for some other child to happen along."
"Oh, dear!" cried Marjorie, "what shall I do?"
"There's just one way to get entirely rid of these fellows," said the Dream.
"And what is it?" asked Marjorie, eagerly,
"Wait a while," said the Dream. "Perhaps you'll find it out for yourself. Shall we go on now?"
"Yes," said Marjorie, and they started on plodding through the mud and long, tangled grass, and going out of their way to avoid great black-looking pools, or clumps of tall rushes and other water plants. Many times Marjorie stumbled, and sometimes even fell over logs or stones lying buried in the soft mud and ooze.
At last she stopped short in desperation, and turned upon the Dream. "You abominable Dream!" she cried. "What on earth did you bring me here for?"
Just at that moment a particularly ugly little dwarf sprang out of a clump of rushes and alighted on her shoulder.
Marjorie started, with an exclamation of dis-
