much," and he started on, to join the others.
"Wait just a moment," said Marjorie. "There is one more thought that might help some. That emptiness called Superstition, is supposed to have a bigger emptiness ruling her, and that is Fear;—so just give Understanding and Common Sense a chance to fill all vacancies—and you will like yourself and the world a lot better."
The boy gripped her hand for an instant, and then ran along to catch up with the other children, his eyes bright and his face eager and purposeful.
When he was gone, Marjorie stood still for a few moments, looking about over the beautiful country, her hands clasped tightly and her eyes big with the joy of it. Presently the Dream hopped down from a boulder where he had been sitting cross-legged, braiding some strands of grass. "Where did you get all of that?" he asked, curiously.
"All of what?" asked Marjorie.
