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90 fairies, always strong in the ﬁeld, are excellent wicket—keepers); and if it open at all, ’tis but for a moment’s mockery of the material generation that so deliberately turned its back on the gap into Elf-Land—that ﬁrst stage to the Beyond.

It was a wanton trick, though, that these folk of malice used to play on a small schoolboy, new kicked out of his nest into the draughty, uncomfortable outer world, his unﬂedged skin still craving the feathers where-into he was wont to nestle. The barrack-like school, the arid, cheerless class-rooms, drove him to Nature for redress; and, under an alien sky, he would go forth and wander along the iron road by impassive ﬁelds, so like yet so unlike those hitherto a part of him and responding to his every mood. And to him, thus loitering with overladen heart, there would come suddenly a touch of warmth, of strange surprise. The turn of the road just ahead—that, sure, is not all unfamiliar? That row of elms—it cannot entirely be accident that they range just so? And, if not accident, then round the bend will come the old duck-pond, the shoulder of the barn will top it, a few yards on will be the gate—it swings-to