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I don't see what you are good for, anyway, said Marjorie, crossly. It's queer that I can't go to bed and to sleep quietly, without a horrid old Dream like you coming to bother me. The Dream balanced himself on the foot board and cracked his heels together saucily. He was little and thin and brown' and he wore a tight fitting brown velvet suit, and very pointed little brown velvet slippers, and a little brown velvet cap perched jauntily on one side of his head.