. Dream days . as a tiny grave and a shallowone, to hold so very much. Rosa once in, Potiphar,who had hitherto stood erect, stout-necked, through 190 DREAM DAYS so many days and such various weather, must needsbow his head and he down meekly on his elephant and the beetle, equal now in asilent land where a vertebra and a red circulationcounted for nothing, had to snuggle down wherebest they might, only a little less crowded thanin their native Ark. The earth was shovelled in and stamped down,and I was glad that no orisons were said and nospeechifying took place. The whole thing wasnat
. Dream days . as a tiny grave and a shallowone, to hold so very much. Rosa once in, Potiphar,who had hitherto stood erect, stout-necked, through 190 DREAM DAYS so many days and such various weather, must needsbow his head and he down meekly on his elephant and the beetle, equal now in asilent land where a vertebra and a red circulationcounted for nothing, had to snuggle down wherebest they might, only a little less crowded thanin their native Ark. The earth was shovelled in and stamped down,and I was glad that no orisons were said and nospeechifying took place. The whole thing wasnatural and right and self-explanatory, and neededno justifying or interpreting to our audience ofstars and flowers. The connexion was notentirely broken now—one link remained betweenus and them. The Noahs Ark, with its cargoof sad-faced emigrants, might be hull down onthe horizon, but two of its passengers had missedthe boat and would henceforth be always near us ;and, as we played above them, an elephant would. A DEPARTURE 191 understand, and a beetle would hear, and crawlagain in spirit along a familiar floor. Henceforththe spotty horse would scour along far-distantplains and know the homesickness of alien stables ;but Potiphar, though never again would he pawthe arena when bull-fights were on the bill, wasspared maltreatment by town-bred strangers,quite capable of mistaking him for a cow. Jerryand Esmeralda might shed their limbs, and theirstuffing, by slow or swift degrees, in uttermostparts and unguessed corners of the globe ; butRosas book was finally closed, and no worsefate awaited her than natural dissolution almostwithin touch and hail of familiar faces and objectsthat had been friendly to her since first she openedher eyes on a world where she had never beentreated as a stranger. As we turned to go, the man in the moon,tangled in elm-boughs, caught my eye for amoment, and I thought that never had he lookedso friendly. He was going to see after them, itwas evident ; f
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