"night thoughts" of how marvellous it
was for the sun to set, to rise, to keep
its place in heaven -- of how wrapped
about with mysteries we were. What
if the world should start to falling
through space? Where would it land?
Was there even a bottom to the uni-
verse? "World without end" might
mean that there was neither an end to
space nor yet to time. I shivered at
thought of such vastness.

Suddenly light streamed about me,
warm arms enfolded me.

"Mother!" I murmured, and slipped
from the unknown to the dear familiar-
ity of her shoulder.

It was, I soon perceived, a silk-clad
shoulder. Mother had on her best
dress; nay, she wore her coral pin and
ear-rings. Her lace collar was scented
with Jockey Club, and her neck, into
which I was burrowing, had the inde-
scribable something that was not quite
odour, not all softness, but was com-
pounded of these and meant mother.
She said little to me as she drew me
away and bathed my face, brushed and