somewhat from the glory of my adven-
ture.

However, I noticed that most of them
looked poor. Their clothes were old
and ugly; their faces not those of pleas-
ure-seekers. It was very difficult to
imagine that they could afford a jour-
ney, which was, as I believed, a great
luxury. At first, the people looked to
be all of a sort, but after a little I be-
gan to see the differences, and to no-
tice that this one looked happy, and
that one sad, and another as if he had
much to do and liked it, and several
others as if they had very little idea
where they were going or why.

But I liked better to look from the
windows and to see the world. The
houses seemed quite familiar and as if
I had seen them often before. I hardly
could believe that I hadn't walked up
those paths, opened those doors and
seated myself at the tables. I felt that
if I went in those houses I would know
where everything was -- just where the
dishes were kept, and the Bible, and the
jam. It struck me that houses were
very much alike in the world, and that