Marjorie said nothing. "Aren't you afraid you'll get the habit?" asked the Dream, presently. "What habit?" "You've said 'I'm sorry,'--how many times to-day?" Marjorie shook her head. "It seems as if I have said it oftener than anything else. But I ought to be sorry when I make mistakes, oughtn't I?" "Yes. Only don't hold on to it after you have learned your lesson, that's all. The lesson is the only good thing about being sorry;--and you and the boy, each, had a lesson this time." "Yes," said Marjorie, "and mine is that other people's work--" "Make it short," said the Dream. "Call it 'mind your own business.'" Marjorie nodded gravely. "And the boy's lesson is--" "'Be sure you're right, then go ahead, 'Don't mind what people say.'" hummed the Dream. Marjorie nodded again. "But it is so hard to 'be sure you're right,' when other people think that you are wrong." "Not if you keep an honest WHY in sight," said the Dream. "Listen," said Marjorie, "I hear singing," and she looked all about her eagerly, but could see no one. "How sweet it sounds," she said; "there must be quite a number singing together. Oh, there they are!" and she pointed to where a group of five or six children were just emerging from a shady lane and turning into the road, all singing gaily to a tune which Marjorie knew very well. "Come," she cried, "let's catch up. I'd love to sing with them," and she hurried her steps. As she came up behind the children, several turned and saw her. "Come and sing with us," called one of them. "Thank you," said Marjorie. "I was just wishing you'd ask me," and she eagerly joined the group. However, as they took up the song again, Marjorie did not take part in it; but, instead, a little wrinkle came between her eyebrows, and she glanced anxiously at the Dream, who did not seem to be looking in her direction at all. Presently, one of the children who was walking beside her, stopped singing and turned toward her. "Why don't you sing?" he asked. "I--I don't know those words," said Marjorie. "Do you know the tune?" asked the boy. "Oh, yes," said Marjorie; "but I always sang different words to it." "Well, you can learn these easily," said the boy. "I'll teach them to you." Marjorie hesitated. "You are very kind," she said; "but--but--" "But--what?" said the boy. "Well--" Marjorie was thinking hard, "--I am not sure but that I ought to be going on--" "You said that you wanted to sing," said the boy. Suddenly Marjorie's face brightened. "Oh, I know!" she exclaimed. "Did you ever try singing the multiplication table to that tune? It's lots of fun. Let's try it." "All right," said the boy, "only I don't know it all."