shadows across the grass, and the curving grey roads, and the slender trail winding up the mountain, and then gave herself a little tight hug. "Oh, I'm so glad I'm here!" she said.
Presently along the trail came a group of children, talking quietly among themselves. Marjorie watched them as they approached; but they passed by without noticing her, and seated themselves upon a little knoll a few yards up the trail.
"They don't seem to be having much fun, do they?" said Marjorie, looking at them curiously.
"No," said the Dream, "They are slaves, and slaves can't expect to have much fun."
"Slaves!" exclaimed Marjorie. "Why, I didn't know that there were slaves here."
"There are no more here than elsewhere," said the Dream.
"But," said Marjorie, "I didn't know that there were slaves anywhere in these days. I never saw any before."
