148 EDGE OF THE JUNGLE 



in out of sight, and the tiny jeweled being 

 crouched low, hoping for a day of comfortable 

 clouds, a little moisture, and a swift passage of 

 time to the next period of darkness, when it was 

 fitting and right for Guineveres to seek their 

 small meed of sustenance, to grow to frog's 

 full estate, and to fulfil as well as might be what 

 destiny the jungle offered. To unravel the 

 meaning of it all is beyond even attempting. The 

 breath of mist ever clouds the mirror, and only 

 as regards a tiny segment of the life-history of 

 Guinevere can I say, "There is no need to wipe 

 the mirror." 



