tion of letters, and if I were you, I would go to work and scatter them so that they will never get together in the same shape again. Now just turn around and take a look at these mountains."
Marjorie turned, and then started forward, her eyes shining. "Oh, aren't they beautiful—beautiful!—and we are almost among them, even though the sea is so near. If we follow this trail along the spur, it will lead us right up into them;—and oh, did you ever see such ferns?—they are taller than I am;—and look at the vines dropping down from the trees and twisting all about;—and this wonderful, wonderful moss. I didn't know the world could be so beautiful."
"Yes, it is beautiful," said the Dream; "and it is just as beautiful if you look back down the valley. The whole world is beautiful if you only get up high enough to look at it."
Marjorie gazed back at the broad valley with its soft green slopes and glittering waterfalls and the long tree
