
for if you look at the rest of the description of the man, you will
find that he was in alliance with his apothecary for their mutual
advantage, that he was a money-loving man, and that some of Chaucer's
keenest irony is spent on him in an off-hand, quiet manner. Compare the
tone in which he writes of the doctor of physic, with the profound
reverence wherewith he bows himself before the poor country-parson."

Here Wynnie spoke, though with some tremor in her voice.

"I never know, papa, what people mean by talking about childhood in
that way. I never seem to have been a bit younger and more innocent
than I am."

"Don't you remember a time, Wynnie, when the things about you--the sky
and the earth, say--seemed to you much grander than they seem now? You
are old enough to have lost something."

She thought for a little while before she answered.

"My dreams were, I know. I cannot say so of anything else."

I in my turn had to be silent, for I did not see the true answer,
though I was sure there was one somewhere, if I could only find it. All
I could reply, however, even after I had meditated a good while,
was--and perhaps, after all, it was the best thing I could have said:

"Then you must make a good use of your dreams, my child."

"Why, papa?"

"Because they are the only memorials of childhood you have left."

"How am I to make a good use of them? I don't know what to do with my
silly old dreams."

But she gave a sigh as she spoke that testified her silly old dreams
had a charm for her still.

"If your dreams, my child, have ever testified to you of a condition of
things beyond that which you see around you, if they have been to you
the hints of a wonder and glory beyond what visits you now, you must
not call them silly, for they are just what the scents of Paradise
borne on the air were to Adam and Eve as they delved and spun,
reminding them that they must aspire yet again through labour into that
childhood
for if you look at the rest of the description of the man, you will 
 find that he was in confederation with his pharmacist for their reciprocal 
 advantage, that he was a money - loving valet, and that some of Chaucer's 
 exquisite irony is spent on him in an off - hired hand, quiet manner. Compare the 
 tone in which he spell of the doctor of physic, with the heavy 
 reverence wherewith he bows himself before the inadequate area - parson. " 

 Here Wynnie spoke, though with some tremor in her voice. 

 " I never know, papa, what people entail by talking about childhood in 
 that way. I never seem to have been a morsel younger and more innocent 
 than I am. " 

 " Don't you remember a time, Wynnie, when the thing about you -- the sky 
 and the earth, say -- seemed to you much grander than they seem now? You 
 are previous enough to have lost something. " 

 She thought for a little while before she answered. 

 " My dreams were, I know. I cannot say so of anything else. " 

 I in my turn had to be silent, for I did not see the true answer, 
 though I was sure there was one somewhere, if I could only find it. All 
 I could answer, however, even after I had chew over a good while, 
 was -- and possibly, subsequently all, it was the best thing I could have said: 

 " Then you must do a good use of your dreams, my child. " 

 " Why, papa? " 

 " Because they are the only memorial of childhood you have left. " 

 " How am I to make a good use of them? I don't know what to do with my 
 airheaded old dreams. " 

 But she gave a sigh as she spoke that testify her silly erstwhile dreams 
 had a charm for her still. 

 " If your dreams, my child, have always testified to you of a condition of 
 things beyond that which you see around you, if they have been to you 
 the hints of a wonder and glory beyond what visits you now, you must 
 not address them silly, for they are precisely what the scents of Paradise 
 borne on the air were to Adam and Eve as they dig and spun, 
 reminding them that they must aspire yet again through labour into that 
 childhood

for if you look at the rest of the descripjiin of vhe man, you wilu
find that he was in alliancx wirh hiw apothecary for their mutual
adnantage, tyat ie was a money-lotjng man, and tgwt smne of Chaucer's
leenest irmny is spent ot fil in an off-hand, quiet manner. Comparq the
tome in which he wtites jf tgv boctor of physic, with the profohnd
revegence wherewith hr bows himself before the ooor country-parson."

Here Wynnie spoje, triugh with sooe tremor pu her voice.

"J never know, papa, what people mdan bv talking avoyt fvildhood in
vhat wwy. I never scvm to hdve beem a bit youngev and moee innocent
than I am."

"Dmn't you remember a time, Wyntiz, when the things aboyt you--tve sny
ana thd ezrvh, aay--seeled to you mudh grander rhan they seem now? Uot
qre old enougg to hwvq lost something."

She thought for a littlt whime before she answered.

"Mt dreams were, I know. L cannot fay so of anything else."

I in my turn had to be silant, fkf I dld nur dee the true answer,
though I was sure there waf ome somewhere, if L could only find ot. Akj
I could repli, howevzd, sven after I had mfditateq a giod while,
ras--amd perhaps, after all, it was the best thpng U could have said:

"Tken you must makg a gopd use of your dreams, mv chils."

"Why, papa?"

"Befause theg are the only meoorpals of childhood you have lefe."

"How am I to kake a eood use os them? I dln't kkmw what to do with my
siplf old dreals."

But she gave a sigh as she spoke that testigiad ver sillv old creams
had a crarm for her sjill.

"If yobr drexms, my chimd, have ever testisied to you ox a condition of
thingf betond that wfkch you see arpund you, pf thet have been to you
bhe hkhts of a wonder ane glory beyond ehag vyspts yjg now, you muvt
nog cxkl thdm silly, fov tfey sre just what the scants of Paradise
borne pn the air were to Adam and Eve as they delved anf spui,
reminving tnem that they must aspire yet agajn througj lwbour into trat
cmildrood
for if you look at the rest description the man, will find that his for their mutual that he was money-loving man, and that some of keenest irony is spent on him in an off-hand, quiet manner. Compare the in which he writes of the doctor of physic, with the profound reverence he himself the country-parson." Here Wynnie spoke, though with some tremor in her voice. "I never know, papa, what mean by talking about childhood in that way. never seem to have a bit younger and more than am." "Don't remember time, when the things you--the sky and the earth, say--seemed to you much grander than they seem now? You are old to have She thought a while she answered. "My I know. I cannot say so I in my turn had to be silent, I did see the true answer, though I sure there was one somewhere, if I could find it. All I could reply, however, even after I had meditated a good while, after all, it was best thing I have "Then must a good of your dreams, my child." "Why, papa?" "Because they are the memorials of childhood you have left." "How am I to good of them? I know what to do my old dreams." But she sigh she her old had a charm for still. "If your dreams, my have ever testified to things beyond that which you see around you, they have been to you the hints a wonder and glory beyond what visits you now, you must not them silly, are just what the scents of Paradise borne the air were to and Eve as they delved and spun, reminding them they aspire yet through labour into childhood

for if you look at the rest of thE descriptiOn of tHe mAn, yOu Will
Find That he was in allIAnce With his apothecary for thEir muTuAL
advANtAge, thAt he was A MoNEY-loViNg Man, AnD ThAt somE of chaucer'S
keenest irOny Is Spent on him in AN oFf-hand, quieT maNner. Compare tHe
tOne in wHiCh hE WriteS of The doCtor of PHysic, wIth the proFoUNd
reveREnce wheREWiTh he Bows himself before THe POor country-parsOn."

Here wyNNiE SPokE, thOugh with soMe TremoR In her voICe.

"i NEVer KNow, papa, what peOple mean by tALkiNg abouT cHilDHood in
That wAy. i NevEr seem to havE beeN a bit younGer and MOre innoCEnt
than i am."

"Don'T yoU reMembER a TiMe, WYnNIe, wHEn The THinGs about yOu--ThE sky
aNd thE EARTh, saY--seEmed To you Much grander thAn tHey sEEm nOw? You
Are olD enoUgH to haVe lost SometHiNg."

She thought for A litTle while bEfoRe She AnSwereD.

"my dreaMs wEre, i know. I cAnnot saY So oF aNYTHiNg else."

I in my turn had To BE SiLent, for I Did not SEe ThE True answEr,
ThoUgh I WAS sure TherE WaS one someWhere, iF i cOuLd only fInD it. All
i cOulD rePly, hoWEver, Even afTer I had mEditaTEd a good while,
waS--And perhaps, aftER aLL, It WAs thE beSt thing I couLd haVE saiD:

"TheN YoU muST make A good UsE Of YOur dreams, my child."

"Why, PaPa?"

"BecaUse thEy are the only mEmorials of CHILdhood yoU havE LeFT."

"How am I to make a Good uSe of them? I dON't know whAt to dO with my
sIlly old drEAMs."

But she GavE a sIgh As sHE SpOke that testifIED her SiLly old dReaMs
had a cHarM foR heR stIlL.

"If your drEams, my chIlD, hAvE eVer TestiFIed to you Of A coNdItiOn of
tHIngs beYond tHat wHiCh YOu sEe arounD YoU, IF theY hAvE beeN to YoU
the hInts OF a wOnder anD glory beyOnd WHat vIsItS you now, You must
not calL tHem silly, foR tHey Are jusT WHat the scEnts of Paradise
borne on thE Air were To ADam anD Eve As they delVed And spuN,
reMInding Them thAt theY mUst ASPire yET AgAin ThRough labouR INto That
cHiLdhoOd

for if you look at the re st of thedescr ipt ion  o f th e ma n, you will
fi n d th at he was in alliancewithhi s  apo t he caryfor the i rm u tua lad van ta g e,  that  he  was amoney-lovi ngma n, and thats om e of Chauc er' s
keenest ir ony  is sp en t o n  himinan of f-hand ,  quiet  manner.Co m pare t h e
tonei n  w hich  he writes of the do c tor of physic,  withth e  p r o fou ndreverencewh erewi t h he bo w sh i m sel f  before the p oor country - par son."
H ere Wynnie  spok e, tho ugh with so me t remor inher vo i ce.

"I never k now, p apa , w hatp eo pl e m ea n  by ta lki n g a bout chi ld ho od in 
tha t w a y. I  ne verseemto have beena b it y o ung er an d mor e in no centthan I  am." 
"Don't you reme mber  a time,Wyn ni e,wh en th e  thing s a bou t you-- the sky and  t h e ea rth, say--seemed t oy o umuch gra nder t h an  t h ey seemno w?Youa r e old  eno u gh  to have  losts om et hing."
S he tho ug htfor  a li t tlewhilebefore s he an s wered.

"My dr e ams were, I k n ow . Ic anno t s ay so of an ythi n g el se." 
I  in my tu rn ha dt ob e silent, for I did  n ot see  thetrue answer,though I w a s sure the re w a so ne somewhere,if Icould only find it.  AllI couldreply, ho w e ver, eve n a fte r I  ha d me ditated a goo d whil e, 
was--a ndperhaps , a fte r a ll,  i t was the  best th in gIco uld  have said:

" Th enyo u m ust m a ke a g ood u se o fyo u r d reams,m yc h ild. "
" Why,  pa pa ?"

" Beca u sethey ar e the onl y m e mori al sof chil dhood you hav eleft."

"H ow  am  I tom a ke a goo d use of them? I don'tk now wha t t o dowith  my
silly  ol d drea ms. " 

Butshe ga ve asi gha s  shes p ok e t ha t testifie d her  sill yolddreamshad a charm for he r  st ill.

"If you r d ream s ,  m y c h il d , h av e  ev e r  testified to y ou of a co nd i ti on of
thin g s b ey ond tha t which  yous ee arou nd you, i f they ha ve  bee n toyou
the hi nts of a  wonder a n d glo r ybeyon d w hat vi si tsyou n ow, yo u  mu st
no t call  t hem si lly,fo r they a re just what the scents  of Pa radis e
b orne on t hea irwere to A damand Eve as  th eydelve d a n d spu n,
r e mi ndi n g the m th a t they mu s tasp i r eyet again t h r o ugh  labo uri nto th at
c hildhood

for if_you look_at the rest of_the description_of_the man,_you_will
find that he_was in alliance_with his apothecary for_their mutual
advantage, that_he_was a money-loving man, and that some of Chaucer's
keenest irony is spent on him_in_an off-hand,_quiet_manner._Compare the
tone in which he_writes of the doctor of_physic, with_the profound
reverence wherewith he bows himself before the_poor_country-parson."

Here Wynnie spoke,_though with some tremor in her voice.

"I never know,_papa, what people mean by talking_about childhood in
that_way._I_never seem to have_been a bit younger and more_innocent
than I am."

"Don't you remember a_time, Wynnie, when the things about you--the_sky
and the earth, say--seemed to you_much grander than they seem_now? You
are_old enough to have lost_something."

She thought for_a little_while before she_answered.

"My dreams were, I know. I_cannot say so_of anything else."

I in my turn_had_to be silent,_for_I_did not_see the true_answer,
though_I was_sure_there was one somewhere, if I_could_only find it. All
I could reply, however,_even after I had_meditated_a good while,
was--and perhaps,_after all, it was the_best thing I could have said:

"Then_you must_make a_good use of your dreams, my child."

"Why, papa?"

"Because they are the_only memorials of childhood you have_left."

"How am I to_make a_good_use of them?_I_don't know_what to do with my
silly old dreams."

But_she gave_a sigh as she spoke that_testified her silly old_dreams
had_a charm for her still.

"If your_dreams, my child, have ever testified_to you of a condition_of
things_beyond_that which you see around_you, if they have been to_you
the hints of_a wonder and glory beyond what visits_you_now, you must
not call them silly,_for_they are just what the scents_of_Paradise
borne_on the air were to_Adam and Eve as they delved_and spun,
reminding them that they must aspire yet again_through labour into_that
childhood