One little Self had just made a small opening in things, and several Selves were peering into it. Hazen looked too, and he saw to his amazement that it was a kind of picture of his plans for making his fortune. There were cities, seas, ships, men, forests, water-falls, leaping animals, glittering things, all the adventures that he had been imagining. And the Selves were talking it over. “Consider the work it will be,” one was distinctly grumbling, “before we can get anything. _Is_ it worth it?” He was a discouraged, discontented-looking Self, and though he had Hazen’s mouth, it was drooping, and though he had Hazen’s forehead, it was frowning. A breezy little Self, all merry and fluffy and light as lace, answered:-- “O-o-o-o!” it breathed. “I think it will be fun. That’s all I care about it--it will be fun and _nothing else_.” Then a strange, fascinating Self, from whom Hazen could not easily look away, spoke, half singing. “Remember the beauty that we shall see as we go--as we go,” he chanted. “We can live for the beauty everywhere and for _nothing else_.” “Think of the things we shall learn!” cried another Self. “Knowledge--knowledge all the way--and _nothing else_.” Then a soft voice spoke, which was sweeter than any voice that Hazen had ever heard, and the Self to whom it belonged looked like Hazen when he was asleep. “Nay,” it said sighing, “there are many dangers. But to meet dangers bravely and to overcome them finely is the way to grow strong.” At this a little voice laughed and cracked as it laughed, so that it sounded like something being broken which could never be mended. “Being strong and wise don’t mean making one’s fortune,” it said. “Just one thing means fortune, and that is being rich. To be rich--rich! That’s what we want and it is all we want. And I am ready to fight with everyone of you to get riches.” Hazen looked where the voice sounded, and to his horror he saw a little Self made in his own image, but hideously bent and distorted, so that he knew exactly how he would look if he were a dwarf. “Not me!” cried the breezy little Fun Self then. “You wouldn’t fight me!” “Yes, I would,” said the dwarf. “I’d fight everybody, and when we were rich, you’d thank me for it.” “Ah, no,” said the Knowledge Self. “I am the only proper ruler in this fortune affair. Knowledge is enough for us to have. Knowledge is what we want.” “Beauty is all you need!” cried the fascinating Beauty Self. “I am the one who should rule you all.” “Well, rich, rich, rich! Do I not say so? Will not riches bring beauty and fun and leisure for knowledge?” said the dwarf. “Riches do it all. Do as I say. Take me for your guide.” “Strength is the thing!” said a great voice, suddenly. “We want to be big and strong and _nothing else_. I am going to rule in this.” And the voice of the Strong Self seemed to be everywhere.