such a traveller was on the road, and had come a little way down the path, as far as might be without fatigue, to meet him."
"Would I eat with them?" these amiable strangers asked, pushing their soft warm fingers into mine and ringing me round with a circle. "But firstly might they help me out of my clothes? It was hot, and these things were cumbersome." As to the eating, I was agreeable enough seeing how casual meals had been with me lately, but my clothes, though Heaven knows they were getting horribly ragged and travel-stained, I clung to desperately.
My new friends shrugged their dimpled shoulders and, arguments being tedious, at once squatted round me in the dappled shade of a big tree and produced their stores of never failing provisions. After a pleasant little meal taken thus in the open and with all the simplicity Martians delight in, we got to talking about those yellow canoes which were bobbing about on the blue waters of the bay.
"Would you like to see where they are grown?" asked an individual basking by my side.
"Grown!" I answered with incredulity. "Built, you mean. Never in my life did I hear of growing boats."
"But then, sir," observed the girl as she sucked the honey out of the stalk of an azure convolvulus
