OLVA AND MARGARET 1 On the next evening the sun set with great splendour.

The frost had come and hardened the snow and all day the sky bad been a pale frozen blue, only on the horizon fading into crocus yellow.
The sun was just vanishing behind the grey roofs when Olva went to Rocket Road.

All day he had been very busy destroying old letters and papers and seeing to everything so that he should leave no untidiness nor carelessness behind him.

Now it was all over.

To-morrow morning, with enough money but not very much, and with an old rucksack that he had once had on a walking tour, he would set out.