But now that we can read, what prevents us
fromjudging the results? I said anxiously, noticing somethingabout her figure. You
know I was shocked, said another, for at least ten minutes.
We began idly turning over the pages of our old
minute books.
Ive done my best, she sighed,to prevent my little
girl from learning to read, but whats the use?
From the contagion of theworlds slow stain,
Was it the sound of the secondviolin tuning in the
ante-room?
Of course we cried out that Shakespeare wrote
books, and Milton andShelley. That is the very point we are met to consider, she
said.
She replied haughtily that she could
notwait.
What could bemore charming than a boy before he has
begun to cultivate his intellect?
But from the evidence she brought we voted that it
is unfair tosuppose that the Judges are men. Quite respectable girlslay stretched on
the grass. I was thinking rather of myAunts cactuses.
Only, she sighed, itdoesnt seem to help us
much.
But it was character, shethought; something inborn
in the race; what Indians respected.
I was sitting by Castalia and Inoticed her
uneasiness.
Arnold Bennett is a goodnovelist, and finally
whether I believe in God.
Of course we cried out that Shakespeare wrote
books, and Milton andShelley.
The mothers of Westminsterwith mottled breasts gave
suck to their young.
To ride; to dance; she had adored
allthat.
I was sitting by Castalia and Inoticed her
uneasiness. For Gods sake,man, dont mention your mothers name! And itsintellect, she
continued, thats at the bottom of it. Those on the turf are the shadows of our
souls. IN THE ORCHARDMiranda slept in the orchard, lying in a long chair beneath
theapple tree.
We shall never come to any conclusion at all at
this rate, she said. She stiffened a little, waiting for burthens van to
pass.
Ive done my best, she sighed,to prevent my little
girl from learning to read, but whats the use? We cannot provide even for the
childrenthat we have.