THE DESERT AND THE ROSF 33 



whereon to feed, however absurdly, but where are 

 they in these later days ? 



So as we went winding in those earlier days along 

 silent by-ways, rounding corners which afforded 

 peeps of azure mountains set in a framework of 

 foliage, it was easy to forget that we were living 

 in a wideawake world — that this old, old world, 

 wrapped in enchanted slumber, was not ours for all 

 time. 



Idle dreams, in truth, and to them succeeded, in 

 swift and due course, the practical. 



