122 BUSH DAYS 



made her irritable ; it had no power to blow all dark thoughts 

 and phantoms from the corners of her mind. 



But then, of course, her mind had no corners. It was 

 round and sleek like her body. Walled in by a narrow little 

 circle of things to eat and drink and wear and buy, how could 

 it ever reach out to the vast illimitable spaces? How could 

 she ever understand what you " get out of this nature fad?" 



So I passed her the cream, turned the talk to the new 

 summer hats, and left her to the enjoyment of the things that 

 she could grasp. 



