Why the Ologuns decided to observe this tradition had beaten his imagination. The distance between Ibadan and Abeokuta ought to constitute enough check on them.

But here is an artist. He desires to paint you the dreamiest, shadiest, quietest, most enchanting bit of romantic landscape in all the valley of the Saco.

Nobody expected the vote to be so hair-splittingly close.

You could hear the ticket-porter, who lolls about Shepherd’s Inn, as he passed on the flags under the archway: the clink of his boot-heels was noted by everybody.