for the rest of the Tribe
of Tegumai, and, as you can see, it surprises the stranger.'

Then they adopted the Stranger-man (a genuine Tewara of Tewar) into the
Tribe of Tegumai, because he was a gentleman and did not make a fuss
about the mud that the Neolithic ladies had put into his hair. But from
that day to this (and I suppose it is all Taffy's fault), very few
little girls have ever liked learning to read or write. Most of them
prefer to draw pictures and play about with their Daddies--just like
Taffy.

[Illustration: THIS is the story of Taffimai Metallumai carved on an
old tusk a very long time ago by the Ancient Peoples. If you read my
story, or have it read to you, you can see how it is all told out on the
tusk. The tusk was part of an old tribal trumpet that belonged to the
Tribe of Tegumai. The pictures were scratched on it with a nail or
something, and then the scratches were filled up with black wax, but all
the dividing lines and the five little rounds at the bottom were filled
with red wax. When it was new there was a sort of network of beads and
shells and precious stones at one end of it; but now that has been
broken and lost--all except the little bit that you see. The letters
round the tusk are magic--Runic magic,--and if you can read them you
will find out something rather new. The tusk is of ivory--very yellow
and scratched. It is two feet long and two feet round, and weighs eleven
pounds nine ounces.]

THERE runs a road by Merrow Down--
A grassy track to-day it is--
An hour out of Guildford town,
Above the river Wey it is.

Here, when they heard the horse-bells ring,
The ancient Britons dressed and rode
To watch the dark Phoenicians bring
Their goods along the Western Road.

And here, or hereabouts, they met
To hold their racial talks and such--
To barter beads for Whitby jet,
And tin for gay shell torques and such.

But long and long before that time
(When bison used to roam on it)
Did Taffy and her Daddy climb
That down, and had their home on it.

Then beavers built in Broadstonebrook
And made a swamp where Bramley stands:
And bears from Shere would come and look
For Taffimai where Shamley stands.

The Wey, that Taffy called Wagai,
Was more