A large tract’s given to her poodle; A smaller one contains her cat; Here is the claim of Lord Fitznoodle; Here her expensive picture-hat. Here I observe her mother’s quarters; This large compartment is her dad’s; Here Revolutionary Daughters, And here her clubs and freaks and fads. Here is enshrined her baby cousin, And here that Count with whom she flirts; Here are male tenants by the dozen (They’re only friends, so she asserts). This corner’s occupied by Irving, This by her pearl and turquoise pin; Although I know I am deserving, I don’t see how I can get in. ARCADIA The province of Arcadia proper, the country between the Sea of Dreams and the Land of Heart’s Desire (see map No. 2), is a large district with well-defined boundaries. The natural scenery is delightful, being chiefly made up of flowery meads and sylvan dells threaded by murmuring or babbling brooks. The River Lethe flows through the country, at one point dashing over a precipice in a great Cataract. This is known as Lover’s Leap and is, at times, the scene of fearful tragedies. Despairing Swains threaten to end their lives by dashing into the seething waters, unless their capricious sweethearts will smile on them. As the sweethearts usually smile, death rarely, if ever, ensues. Near the middle of the Country of Arcadia is its capital, the town of Arcady, which is described elsewhere. Toward the Northwest lies Lotus Land, the land where it is always afternoon, where the charmed sunset lingers low adown in the red West. [Illustration: LAND OF HEARTS DESIRE—ARCADY and its Environs] The inhabitants are the mild-eyed, melancholy Lotus-Eaters, whose cult is Indolence set to Music. The mossy banks of Lotus Land slope down to the River Lethe, and propt on beds of amaranth and moly the Lotus-Eaters delight to watch the long bright river drawing slowly and hear the dewy echoes calling and watch the emerald color’d water falling, and things like that. Across the river from Lotus Land lies the Garden of the Hesperides. These enterprising maidens do a brisk trade in Golden Apples, but this district must not be confounded with the Garden of Eden, as they are not the same. Going southward, following the shores of the Gulf of Time, we come to the Land of Yesterday—and further South to Never Never Land. These are beautiful and attractive spots much sought by Lovers of retrospective and imaginative tendencies. On the West side of the river, just South of Lotus Land, lies Wanderland, and nearby are the Elysian Fields. These districts are usually thronged with Lovers sauntering about in pairs, each couple being entirely oblivious of all the others.