see if it feels as it did that time. It was sore for ever so long after that."
The Dream said nothing for a moment, and then,—"I don't see why you fell, anyway—you could have caught that branch when you slipped."
"Yes," said Marjorie; "but one time when I tried to save myself that way, I strained my arm,—and I don't want to do it again."
"You have to be pretty careful, don't you?" said the Dream.
"Yes," said Marjorie, rather proudly. "My mother had a wen on the side of her head, that she got from a bump, so I have to be very careful not to hit my head;—and my grandmother had something inside of her twisted by going down hill sidewise, or uphill,—I don't remember which it was, so I have to be careful about that; and a girl I knew had to carry her arm in a sling for along time just from—" Marjorie stopped.
"What is the matter?" asked the Dream.
