On our way down our own street I pointed silently to the Forest.  High over the billowy outline of the darkened tree-tops the church of the Oak-men was clear against the weather-gleam.  W. V. nodded: "I expect all the Oak boys and girls have said, 'God bless this house from thatch to floor,' and gone to bed long ago."  Since she heard the story of the Guardians of the Door, that has been her own favourite prayer at bed-time.