"Oh!" cried Marjorie, clasping her hands, "so that years and years from now, people would look at it and say that I did it,—and would remember me for it."
"'M-hm," said the Dream.
"Wouldn't that be grand?" went on Marjorie, enthusiastically.
"'M-hm," said the Dream.
Marjorie looked hard at him. "Isn't it right to want to do great and wonderful things?" she asked.
"Yes," said the Dream.
"Then what—" Marjorie stopped.
"When you look at it fairly and squarely," said the Dream, "what do you think of your reason for wanting to do something great?"
Marjorie bit her lip.
"Be honest," said the Dream.