only partially deserved are sweetest, 

 for I was afraid. 



Determined not to be balked we 

 "did" the cave by a long tramp 

 through the woods. The wind and 

 waves had subsided under the influ- 

 ence of the evening calm, and the 

 return journey was made under as 

 great a charm as the morning. 



But its fabric was different: not 

 promise but memories was the woof, 

 and the warp held threads of gold 

 instead of silver, of gold and copper 

 and black; and of purple, the em- 

 blem of experience. 



The next morning we ate the wall- 

 eyed pike and waited for Creche. 



But, since I was the one inconven- 

 ienced, I insisted that we ought not 

 to wait for him longer, that we move 

 to White Lake and let Creche follow. 

 Secretly I felt sure that he would 

 appear before the day was over, since 

 the night previous was the" Frenchies' 

 ball"; but the spirit of charity was 

 still warm within me and I refrained 

 from giving reasons for my expressed 

 belief. 



" Since Mrs. Nimrod seems to have 

 a special wireless on Creche, and 



