sward? At least this full white light that was flooding them was
new, and accounted for all. It was Moonlight Land, and Past-Ten-
o'clock Land, and we were in it and of it, and all its other
denizens fully understood, and, tongue-free and awakened at last,
responded and comprehended and knew. The other two, doubtless,
hurrying forward full of their mission, noted little of all
this. I, who was only a super, had leisure to take it all in,
and, though the language and the message of the land were not all
clear to me then, long afterwards I remembered and understood.

Under the farthest hedge, at the loose end of things, where the
outer world began with the paddock, there was darkness once
again--not the blackness that crouched so solidly under the
crowding laurels, but a duskiness hung from far-spread arms of
high-standing elms. There, where the small grave made a darker
spot on the grey, I overtook them, only just in time to see Rosa
laid stiffly out, her cherry cheeks pale in the moonlight, but
her brave smile triumphant and undaunted as ever. It was a tiny
grave and a shallow one, to hold so very much. Rosa once in,
Potiphar, who had hitherto stood erect, stout-necked, through so
many days and such various weather, must needs bow his head
and lie down meekly on his side. The elephant and the beetle,
equal now in a silent land where a vertebra and a red circulation
counted for nothing, had to snuggle down where best they might,
only a little less crowded than in their native Ark.

The earth was shovelled in and stamped down, and I was glad that
no orisons were said and no speechifying took place. The whole
thing was natural and right and self-explanatory, and needed no
justifying or interpreting to our audience of stars and flowers.