Marjorie was standing still ard looking rather frightened. "What is the matter?" asked the Dream again.
"Why," said Marjorie, "when I started to walk along, I—why—it feels as if I had ropes or something binding me."
"I don't see any," said the Dream.
"I don't see any, either," said Marjorie; "but I feel them. There is one on my right ankle, and one on my left knee, and one on each arm, and one around my waist, and something that doesn't feel right on my head. What can it mean?"
"Can't you walk at all?" asked the Dream.
"Yes, a little," and Marjorie took several rather clumsy steps; "but I have not a bit of freedom,—it scarcely lets my muscles work at all. I don't understand it."
"I thought that you had Understanding and Common Sense for chums," said the Dream.
"Why, of course I have," said Mar-
