THE GOLDEN ROAD
There is night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things; there's likewise a wind on the heath.
—George Borrow.
"Good-night, dear Jean François," said she with gaiety.
"May your dreams be of your beloved roads of Picardy." She threw him an elfish kiss from her finger-tips and hastened into her airy improvised bedroom.