shoes—I slipped once before when I had them on!" and she got up and began trying to wipe off the mud.
"Is there anything the matter with the shoes?" asked the Dream.
"No," said Marjorie, "only I slipped when I had them on before, and when you do a thing once, you are so likely to do it again under the same circumstances,—you always have to keep it in mind."
"But you weren't stepping naturally," said the Dream,—"You were going as if you were walking on eggs."
"Yes," said Marjorie, "that is because I turned my ankle once when I was crossing a mossy rock, and I don't dare to use it quite freely at such times, for fear that it will happen again," and she began to feel carefully of her knee to find if it hurt much.
"Why don't you wait until your knee mentions it, before you go to feeling for trouble?" asked the Dream.
"Because I hurt it one time, by falling in almost the same way, and I want to
