"Why, I don't think so at all!" exclaimed Marjorie, earnestly. "Of course, the woman didn't do anything nearly so big as to build the city or the high-road, and I'm not pretending that she did, or that she could; but she searched and searched until she found the road, when it was lost; and she showed me, and all the rest of us, the way, and helped us up here out of the swamp; and she's just working and helping all the time, and I think I'd be pretty ungrateful if I couldn't say 'thank you' for it. Of course what the king did, and what the good man did, are so great that I haven't any words to tell how wonderful they seem to me, and how grateful I am for them; but, even then, I'm sure that I have a right to say 'thank you' to the dear, loving woman who showed me the way," and Marjorie, strong in her sense of justice, stood up bravely to meet any objection which might come from the Dream.
But the Dream was gone.
