or other and only partly showed up the bad places, and several times I
thought we were going to upset. The drizzling rain was still falling
and we were soaked and uncomfortable. After a time we gave up trying to
find another bridge to cross the stream and get back on the main road
and frankly owned that we were lost. Once in a while we saw the dark
outline of a farmhouse far back from the road, but we hesitated to wake
up the people at that time of night and ask our way.

Margery complained of the feeling of her wet coat and Sahwah suggested
that we all sing "How Dry I Am", and see if there was anything in
mental suggestion. So we stopped still at the cross-roads and sang
hoarsely in the rain and darkness like disconsolate frogs. The starter
refused to work when we wanted to go on again and Nyoda had to get out
in the mud and crank the engine.

"She stoops to crank her," said Sahwah, but none of us had the ambition
to pinch her for making a pun.

We were apparently traveling through the country in a sort of Roman key
pattern, up one road and down another without getting any nearer to the
town for which we imagined we were headed. Suddenly something white
loomed up before us which proved to be the gate of a fence; we were
evidently on private property. Sahwah got out to open it but she could
not do it alone, so both Nakwisi and I jumped out to help her. The mud
was piled up so high under the gate that it was all we could do to
swing it back. The Glow-worm passed through slowly and we closed the
gate again. Just then a gust of wind sent down a heavy shower of drops
from a near-by tree and we ran hastily for the shelter of the car.
Nyoda started immediately and we found ourselves in the main road once
more. The gust of wind continued and blew our veils into our faces and