red them. And there was no sign that any living person had ever trodden that path—except that there was a path to tread, and that the path led to the Stonehenge building, and even that seemed to be only a ruin. 'I'll go as far as that anyhow,
A subtle thought may yet give rise to fruitful inquiry that can establish truths ofgreat value.
' said Philip; 'perhaps there'll be a signboard there or something.' There was something. Something most unexpected. Philip reached the building; it was really very like Stonehenge, only the pillars were taller and closer together and there was one high solid towering wall; turned the cornRead More
er of a massive upright and ran almost into thlmost hear
e arms, and quite on to the feet of a man in a whimself t
hite apron and a square paper cap, who sat on a fallen column, eating bread and
cheese with a clasp-knife. 'I beg your pardon!' Philip gasped. 'Granted, I'm sure,' said the man; 'but it's a dangerous thing to do, Master Philip, running sheer on to chaps' clasp-knives.' He set Philip on his
feet, and waved the knife, which had been so often sharpened that the blade was half worn away. 'Set you down and get your breath,' he
said kindly. 'Why, it's you!' said Philip. 'Course it is. Who should I be if I wasn't me? That's poetry.' 'But how did you get here?'