Katherine Merritte Snyder Yates

“ Marjorie looked at the Dream. "I guess I can't keep door, after all," she said, with a little sob in her voice. "Love hasn't been here for a long time, and things are just awful."
"Love went by on the other side, a while ago," said the Dream, swinging his feet.
Marjorie's eyes filled with tears. "Will you please tell me what to do?" she asked, humbly.
"Well," said the Dream, "it looks as if you'd have to go to work to corral a lot of good thoughts and give them a job in there."
"But how shall I begin?" asked Marjorie. "I'm willing to do anything." ”

“ Marjorie looked about again, and then she saw that upon every lot there did, indeed, stand a beautiful white mansion; and that these ugly, patched up houses were built all about them and up against them, sometimes almost hiding them from sight; while, in other cases, the mansions stood out clean and fair, with scarcely any of the unsightly additions, and the yards had been cleared of the piles of lumber.
"How beautiful it is when you see only the mansions!" exclaimed Marjorie. ”

“ There are always ugly ones lurking around, and if one managed to slip in, it would telephone to ever so many others, and I'd have a lot to do to keep them out."
"And the good ones?"
"Oh, they keep everything beautiful and clean, and tear down the things that the bad ones have built—they are working on those chicken-coops and things now—and, besides, they tell me whenever a bad one gets in, in disguise. You can't imagine how good and helpful they are."
Marjorie thought for a minute, then she asked:—
"How did you happen to leave the hen-coops and lean-tos in the back yard, for the last? ”