"As far as I can see," went on the Dream, "the only way to read that sign is to turn it 'tother end to,' in your mind."
"Yes," said Marjorie, in a very low voice.
"And how do you like to go on record as standing for a sign that reads:—'If you want to go right, don't follow me?'"
Marjorie's lip was quivering. "I'll take it down," she said, and began to pull upon the board, but it was of no use; for she had driven in the nails so tightly that she could not start them. Her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, what shall I do?" she sobbed. "I can't bear to go away and leave it like that!"
"I suppose that you see your mistake," said the Dream.
"Yes, yes, I know," sobbed Marjorie. "I ought to have stopped and helped the little girl,—I could have set up the sign at the foot of the post while I did it;—but I was interested in what I was doing, and didn't want to be bothered."
Just then the little girl came across the road, carrying the basket of apples which she had picked up, the long rent in her frock gathered together in her hand. "What is the matter?" she asked, looking at Marjorie's wet cheeks.
Marjorie pointed miserably to the sign.
"Oh," said the little girl, "you've made a mistake, haven't you! Let's fix it right."
"We can't," said Marjorie. "I can't get the board off."