"I hate you. I didn't want to come with you, anyway, and you know it!"
Here, three more of the ugly little fellows threw themselves upon her, while the Dream called out, in his monotonous tones: "Revenge, Hatred, Falsehood."
Poor Marjorie was nearly overwhelmed. She could scarcely take a step, and the dwarfs kept fighting among themselves, and now and then here another dwarf sprang out and landed beside biting her viciously.
"Oh, dear," she cried, "what shall I do? What shall I do?"
Just then she became conscious of a sweet, earnest voice calling to her. In fact, she suddenly remembered that she had been hearing the voice for a long time; but she had been too much occupied with her own interests and troubles to pay any attention to it. Now she listened.
"Little girl, little girl," it called, "don't be afraid! God is taking care of you."
Marjorie looked all about. At first she could see no one to whom the voice could belong; but presently she turned toward the tall hedge; and there, above its top, she saw, peering through the branches, the sweet face of a woman.
