Good wine needs no bush, but a collection of mixed vintages does. And this book is just such a collection. Some of the stories I do not want to remain buried for ever in the museum fdes of dead magazine-numbers – an author’s not unpardonable vanity; others I have resuscitated from the same vaults in the hope that they still may please you. The title of a volume of short stories is always a difficult matter. It ought to indicate frankly the nature of the book so that the unwary purchaser shall have no grievance (except on the score of merit, which is a different affair altogether) against either author or publisher. In my title I have tried to solve the problem. But why Far-away? Well, the stories cover a long stretch of years, and all, save one, were written in calm days far-away from the present convulsion of the world.