A Long “fourney 171

shut the windows of his house and locked
the door, and went and stood at the top of
the slope, looking down on his flowers that
were sleeping in the moonlight. Then he
moved away to the gate and opened it.
‘Goodbye!’ he said, ‘Goodbye! I will ~
come back !’”

“And he did come back ?”” asked Doris
softly.

‘Not for a long time,” answered the
Visitor. ‘All sorts of things happen to
people who go abroad. Once a hungry
lion jumped upon him out of the forest,
and he would have died, had it not been
for a trusty friend who was hard by with a
rifle. As it was, he lay ill a long time, and
when he grew better his face was terribly
scarred, and he walked lame. More than
once he had fever, for the air was not like
the air of his garden, and then it used to
seem to him at moments that if only he
could sleep soundly he would never want
to go back. All sorts of things happen to
people who go abroad. Once he went