not
remember anything that had happened before he came there, nor did he
feel frightened although he was quite alone.

"For some time he was content to pass the time without taking any
particular notice of anything. At last he saw that there were several
doors--five--in the walls of his room. He noticed that two were high and
wide, the rest seemed smaller; and he thought, 'I will open one of these
first. Doors must be meant to lead somewhere, and I am rather tired of
this little room, although it is comfortable.'

"He opened the door very easily, and he found himself in a large room.
In the middle of it was a table covered with things that seemed good to
eat.

"He did not see any one, but he heard a voice say, 'Come in and
_taste_.'

"So he took up one nice thing after another, according to his will; and
after awhile he heard the voice say, 'This is enough for once; you may
come again.'

"He turned to go back to his room, but the door was gone. The way to his
cell was open, and this beautiful room was added to his smaller one.

"Now he had plenty of amusement. He learned how different were the
tastes of the objects before him;--some sweet, some sour; others were
bitter, or salt, or spicy; some with flavours that cannot be put into
words, they were so delicate and varied. As soon as he had had enough he
could taste no longer; so he always knew when to leave off.

"He was satisfied for a long time with this room, for fresh objects were
daily added. At last he looked longingly at the door by the side of the
opening where the late door was.

"He opened it and walked out, not into a room, but into a lovely
garden. The walls were high, but the garden was very broad and long.

"There were the fruits whose delicious flavour he knew: now he found
that some of them at least had a fragrant _smell_. However, he scarcely
noticed them; for a strange, sweet odour of flowers greeted his
newly-found sense. After awhile he felt almost overpowered by this fresh
pleasure, and turned to go back for awhile into his little room, when he
found that this door had also vanished. He was glad of this, for the
delicate perfume of the garden freely came into his cell.

"What a growing pleasure was this garden! Every flower had its own
special odour--the rich rose, the tall, queenly lily, and the lowly
violet--each in its way the sweetest.

"At first he thought that only the flowers had perfume, but he soon
found this was a mistake. By