and exciting, through the forest glades where tiny hoof prints were noted by the water’s edge, and even a trace of a tiger. “The children found new delights,” she writes, “fairy falls and fairy pools and caves and dear growing things, great ferns and cushions of moss; but the source they did not find. A tree had crashed through the forest just where the banks were too steep to climb and the undergrowth was too entangled to penetrate. The trunk was covered with orchids, and was a beautiful thing, but