Now the wanderer with a haunting sense of the Beyond, but without the true vagabond's divine gift of piercing the veil, can only follow the obvious; and there are seasons when the obvious fails to satisfy.

When such a mood overcame her mistress, Turner railed at the upsetting quality of foreign food, and presented bicarbonate of soda.
She arrived by a different path at the unsatisfactory nature of the obvious.

Sometimes, too, the pleasant acquaintances of travel were lacking, and loneliness upset the nice balance of Zora's nerves.

Then, more than ever, did she pine for the Beyond.
Yet youth, receptivity, imagination kept her buoyant.

Hope lured her on with renewed promises from city to city.