Marjorie stood still and thought, very soberly. "Well," she said at
last, "I guess it was because it looked more interesting."

"It wasn't because you actually thought that they needed your help?"

"No-o," admitted Marjorie. "But then, I didn't stop to think of it that
way,--I just wanted to do it."

"But you didn't ask yourself why you wanted to do it,--or if it were
wise?"

"No-o. It just looked like helping, and I--I wanted to be in with the
shouting."

"Yes," said the Dream, "you are not the only one who wants to 'be in
with the shouting.' But just let me tell you something:--if you want to
be honest with yourself, carry a great big WHY around with you all the
time,--and when you have an impulse to do anything, look at that first.
Don't just glance at it,--look at it squarely, if for only a moment.
When you have answered that honestly, you will know what to do."

The two walked on in silence for quite a distance. By and by Marjorie
heaved a little sigh. "I wish that I could find a big work," she said.
"I wish that it would be very, very big,--very, very big and very
wonderful."

"Why?" asked the Dream.

"Oh!" cried Marjorie, clasping her hands, "so that years and years from