"You mean that you never noticed any;—but you have seen plenty of them."
"But who is the master of these?—who are they slaves to?—and how did he get them?"
"Go and talk to them," said the Dream.
Marjorie hesitated. "I'm afraid—that is—well, all right, I will,—I guess they won't mind," and she walked toward the children, who seemed to be rearranging some of their belongings, in a rather glum fashion. One little girl had a number of very much soiled horse-shoes which she was trying to tie up in her handkerchief, so that she could carry them more easily, and Marjorie stopped to help her. "Why are you taking these with you?" she asked, when they had finished. "They must be very heavy. What are you going to do with them?"
"Oh, I have to carry them," said the little girl. "She says She will give me something if I do;—but they are awfully
