By Margaret Pedler
Then to the rolling Heav’n itself I cried,
Asking, “What Lamp of Destiny to guide
Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?”
And—“A blind Understanding!” Heaven replied.
The “Rubaiyat” of Omar Khayyam.
To AUDREY HEATH
DEAR AUDREY: I always feel that you have played the part of Fairy
Godmother in a very special and delightful way to all my stories, and
in particular to this one, the plot of which I outlined to you one
afternoon in an old summer-house. So will you let me dedicate it to you?
Yours always,
MARGARET PEDLER.