About noon
I sat down , and sought in my pocket the half-loaf I had brought with me -- then first to understand what my hostess had meant concerning it . Verily the bread was not for the morrow : it had shrunk and hardened to a stone ! I threw it away , and set out again . About noon I came to a few tamarisk and juniper trees , and then to a few stunted firs . As I went on , closer thickets and larger firs met me , and at length I was in just such a forest of pines and other trees as that in which the Little Ones found their babies , and believed I had returned upon a farther portion of the same . But what mattered WHERE while EVERYWHERE was the same as NOWHERE ! I had not yet , by doing something in it , made ANYWHERE into a place !