THE PILGRIMS

When I did get to bed at last I was unspeakably tired; the stretching out, and the rela11ng of the long-tense muscles, how luxurious, how delicious! but that was as far as I could get — sleep was out of the question for the present.

The ripping and tearing and squealing of the nobility up and down the halls and corridors was pandemonium come again, and kept me broad awake. Being awake, my thoughts were busy, of course; and mainly they busied themselves with Sandy’s curious delusion. Here she was, as sane a person as the kingdom could produce; and yet, from my point of view she was acting like a crazy woman. My land, the power of training! of influence! of education! It can bring a body up to believe anything. I had to put myself in Sandy’s place to realize