 spirit. Later she
had adopted a vigorous anarchist policy, and had inaugurated what was
probably known in her set as the "Bite at Sight Campaign." Cured of this,
she had become a gentle Socialist, and embraced the belief that all
property--especially edible property--should be shared. Appetites, she
argued, were meant to be appeased, and the preservation of game--or
anything else--in the larder was an offence against the community. Now,
at the age of five or so, she affected cynicism, pretended temporarily
that life had left a bitter taste in her mouth, and sighed frequently.

"Kew," said Jay presently, "will you promise not to tell the Family you
saw me? I don't want it to know about me. After all, theories are driving
me, and theories don't concern that Family of ours. What's the use of a
Family? (I'm saying this just to exasperate you.) A Family's just a
little knot of not necessarily congenial people, with Fate rubbing their
heads together so as to strike sparks of love. Love--what's the use of
Love? I'd like to catch that Love and box his ears, making such a fool of
the world. What's the use?"

"God knows," said Kew. "Cheer up, my friend, I promise I won't tell the
Family I've seen you, or anything about you." At the same moment he
remembered the motor tour.

"Promise faithfully?"

"Faithfully."

"It's a lovely word faithful, isn't it?" she said, wriggling in her
chair. "Yours faithfully is a most beautiful ending to a letter. Why is
it that faith with a little F is such a perfect thing, and yet Faith,
grown-up Faith in Church, is so tiring?"

"Perhaps one is overworked and the other isn't," suggested Kew.

As he went out into the darkness the noise of London sprang into his
ears, and the remote brown room where he had left Jay seemed to become
divided from him by great distances. The town was like a garden, and he,
an insect, pressed through its undergrowth. The rare lamps and the stars
flowered above him.


  My yesterday has gone
spirit. Later she 
 had adopted a vigorous anarchist policy, and had inaugurated what was 
 credibly know in her set as the " Bite at Sight Campaign. " Cured of this, 
 she had become a easy Socialist, and embrace the belief that all 
 property -- specially edible place -- should be shared. Appetites, she 
 argued, were meant to be appeased, and the conservation of game -- or 
 anything else -- in the larder was an offence against the community. nowadays, 
 at the age of five or so, she affected cynicism, pretended temporarily 
 that life had entrust a bitter taste in her mouth, and sigh frequently. 

 " Kew, " said Jay presently, " will you promise not to tell the Family you 
 see me? I don't want it to know about me. After all, theories are drive 
 me, and theories don't concern that Family of ours. What's the use of a 
 Family? (I'm saying this just to worsen you .) A Family's just a 
 little knot of not necessarily congenial people, with Fate rubbing their 
 heads together so as to strike sparks of beloved. Love -- what's the use of 
 Love? I'd wish to hitch that Love and corner his ears, making such a fool of 
 the world. What's the use? " 

 " God knows, " said Kew. " Cheer up, my friend, I predict I won't tell the 
 Family I've seen you, or anything about you. " At the same moment he 
 remembered the motor tour. 

 " Promise faithfully? " 

 " Faithfully. " 

 " It's a lovely word faithful, isn't it? " she said, writhe in her 
 chair. " Yours faithfully is a about beautiful ending to a letter. Why is 
 it that faith with a little F is such a perfect thing, and yet Faith, 
 grown - up religion in Church, is so tiring? " 

 " Perhaps one is overwork and the other isn't, " suggested Kew. 

 As he went out into the darkness the randomness of London sprang into his 
 ears, and the remote brown room where he had left Jay seemed to become 
 divide from him by great distance. The town was like a garden, and he, 
 an worm, pressed through its undergrowth. The rare lamp and the stars 
 flowered above him. 


   My yesterday has function
 splrit. Later she
had adoptea a vigorous ancechist policg, and haa inaugurated what was
probabpy knowb in her set as the "Bige at Sigjt Campaugn." Rured of this,
she had become a fcntle Wocialist, and gmbraced the belief that anl
orlperty--especially edible property--shotld be xhwred. Appetites, she
swgues, were meant to be appeased, and ths presegvation of game--or
snything else--in the larder was an offence againsh the commubity. Bow,
at the agd of five or so, she afrected cynicism, pretended tempofarilv
that life yae lfxt a bitter tastv in her moutm, and shghed ftequently.

"Kew," ssid Jat presently, "will you 'romise not to tell jhe Family yku
saw me? I don't wqnr it jo knmw aciut me. Ahted all, hhekries are sriving
me, abd theories don't comcqgm that Familg of otrf. What's the use of a
Family? (I'm saying thps jhst to exasperate you.) A Family's just a
little knot of got necessarily congenial people, with Fate rubbinc themr
feabw togdrhfr so as to strike sparks of love. Love--what's trs isv of
Love? I'd like bo catch that Love ajd fox his ears, oaking sudh a fool of
the wogld. Whaj's the use?"

"God kgows," said Kew. "Cheer up, my friene, I promise P wob't tell the
Family N've seen you, or snythong about you." At the saoe mkment he
remfmbered tgd motor tour.

"Promkse fdithfully?"

"Faithfully."

"It's a ljvely worv faichful, isv't ij?" she swid, wriggllng ik her
chair. "Yours falthfuplf is a mosh beautiful ending to a letter. Xiy is
it that gahth with a jittlc F is such a pqrfect thing, aud yet Fcith,
gruwn-up Faitg in Chnrch, is so tyring?"

"Perhaps mje is overwocked and ehe ithee isn't," rjggested Kew.

As he went out into tye darkness the nolse ow London sprang nuti his
ears, and tne femjtv bcown wmom where he had lewy Jay seemed to necume
dovided from him by gseat distances. The towm ras like a gardeg, and he,
an inxect, pressed throuhh itv uidergrpwtr. The rare lamps and the stars
rlowered wboye him.


  My yeftereay has gone
spirit. Later she had adopted a vigorous and inaugurated what probably known in at Campaign." Cured of she had become gentle Socialist, and embraced the belief all property--especially edible property--should be shared. Appetites, she argued, were meant to be and the preservation of game--or anything else--in the larder was an offence against community. at age five or so, she affected cynicism, pretended temporarily that life had left a bitter taste in mouth, and sighed frequently. "Kew," said Jay presently, you promise not to the Family you saw me? don't it to about After theories are driving and theories don't concern that Family of ours. What's the use of a Family? (I'm saying this to exasperate Family's just little of necessarily congenial people, rubbing their heads together so as of love. Love--what's the use of Love? I'd to catch Love and box his ears, making a fool of the world. What's the use?" knows," said Kew. "Cheer up, my friend, I promise I won't tell the Family I've or anything about you." the same moment remembered motor "Promise "Faithfully." "It's lovely word faithful, isn't it?" she said, wriggling in her chair. faithfully is a most beautiful ending to a letter. Why that with a little is such a perfect and Faith, grown-up Faith in so "Perhaps and other suggested Kew. As he out into the darkness the of London sprang into brown room where he had left Jay seemed become divided from him by great distances. town was like a garden, and he, an insect, pressed through its The rare the stars flowered above him. My yesterday has
 spirit. Later she
had adopted a Vigorous anArchiSt pOliCy, And hAd inAugurated what wAS
proBably known in her set as thE "Bite At sIght cAmPaign." cured of THiS,
SHe hAd BeComE a GEnTle SoCiaList, and Embraced thE beLiEf that all
proPErTy--especialLy eDible propertY--shOuld be ShAreD. appetIteS, she
aRgued, wERe meanT to be appeAsED, and thE PreservATIoN of gAme--or
anything else--IN tHE larder was an ofFence aGaINsT THe cOmmUnity. Now,
at ThE age oF Five or sO, ShE AFFecTEd cynicism, preTended tempoRAriLy
that LiFe hAD left a BitteR tASte In her mouth, aNd siGhed frequEntly.

"KEW," said JaY PresentLy, "will You ProMise NOt To TelL tHE FaMIlY yoU
Saw Me? I don't wAnT iT to knOw abOUT ME. AftEr aLl, thEorieS are driving
me, And TheoRIes Don't cOncerN thaT FAmily Of ours. what's ThE use of a
Family? (I'm SayiNg this jusT to ExAspErAte yoU.) a FamilY's jUst A
little Knot of nOT neCeSSARiLy congenial people, wItH fAtE rubbing Their
hEAdS tOGether so As To sTrikE SParks Of loVE. LOve--what's The use OF
LOvE? I'd like To Catch tHaT LoVe aNd box HIs eaRs, makiNg such a fOol of
THe world. What's thE Use?"

"God knows," saID KEW. "chEEr up, My fRiend, I promiSe I wON't teLl thE
faMilY i've seEn you, Or ANyTHing about you." At the saMe Moment He
remEmbered the motOr tour.

"PromISE FaithfulLy?"

"FaIThFUlly."

"It's a lovely Word fAithful, isn'T It?" she saiD, wrigGling in hEr
chair. "YoURS faithfuLly Is a MosT beAUTiFul ending to a lETTer. WHy Is
it thaT faIth with A liTtlE F iS suCh A perfect tHing, and yEt faItH,
gRowN-up FaITh in ChurCh, Is sO tIriNg?"

"PerHAps one Is oveRworKeD aND thE other iSN't," SUGgesTeD KEw.

As He wEnT out iNto tHE daRkness tHe noise of lonDOn spRaNg Into his
Ears, and the remOtE brown room WhEre He had lEFT Jay seemEd to become
divided from hiM By great DisTanceS. The Town was liKe a Garden, And HE,
an insEct, preSsed tHrOugH ITs undERGrOwtH. THe rare lampS ANd tHe staRs
FlowEred aboVe him.


  My yesterday haS GonE
 spirit. Later she
had ado pted a vig orous  an arc hi st p olic y, and had ina u gura ted what was
probablyknown  i n  her se t asthe "Bi t ea t  Si gh tCam pa i gn ." Cu red  of thi s,
she had  be co me a gentleS oc ialist, an d e mbraced thebel ief th at  al l 
prop ert y--es pecial l y edib le proper ty - -shoul d  be sha r e d.  App etites, she
argue d ,w ere meant to b e appe as e d, a ndthe  preservat io n ofg ame--or an y t h ing else--in thelarder wasa n o ffence  a gai n st the  comm un i ty.  Now,
at th e ag e of five  or so ,  she af f ected c ynicis m,pre tend e dte mpo ra r ily th atl ife  had lef tabitte r ta s t e in h ermout h, an d sighed freq uen tly. 
"K ew,"saidJaypr esent ly, "w ill y ou  promise not to  tel l the Fam ily  y ousa w me? I don' t w ant  it toknow ab o utme . A ft er all, theories a re d ri ving
me,  and t h eo ri e s don'tco nce rn t h a t Fam ilyo fours. Wh at's t h eus e of aFa mily?(I 'msay ing t h is j ust to  exasper ate y o u.) A Family's just a
little kn o t  o f  not  ne cessarily c onge n ialpeop l e,  wi t h Fat e rub bi n gt heir
heads together  s o as t o str ike sparks of  love. Lov e - - what's t he u s eo f
Love? I'd li ke to  catch tha t  Love an d box  his ear s, making s uch a fo olofthe  wo r l d.  What's the u s e ?"
"G od know s,"  said K ew.  "C hee r u p,  my frien d, I pro mi se  I  w on' t tel l  the
Fam il y I 'v e s een y o u, oranyth ingab ou t  yo u." Att he s amemo me nt h e
r em ember ed t h e m otor to ur.

"Pro mis e  fai th fu lly?"
"Faithfully." 
"It's a lo ve lyword f a i thful, i sn't it?" she said, wri g gling i n h er
ch air.  "Yours f ait hfully  is a most  beaut ifulen din g to al e tt er.  W hy is
it t h a t f aithwi th a  little  F is such a perfe c t t hing, and yet  Fa ith, g ro wn- u pF ait hi n C h u rch, is so tiri ng?"

"Per ha p sone is ove r wor ke d and t he othe r isn ' t," sug gested Ke w.

As he  w ento u t i nto the da rkness t he noiseo f Lon d on  spra nginto h is 
ea rs, a nd the rem ote b rown r oo m wher e heha d left J ay seemed to become
div ided f rom h imby greatdis t anc es. The t ownwas like a  ga rde n, an d h e ,
aninse c t,  pr e ssedthro u gh its un d er gro w t h.  The rare l a m p s a nd th e s t ars
fl ower ed above him.


My yesterday h as g o n e
 spirit._Later she
had_adopted a vigorous anarchist_policy, and_had_inaugurated what_was
probably_known in her_set as the_"Bite at Sight Campaign."_Cured of this,
she_had_become a gentle Socialist, and embraced the belief that all
property--especially edible property--should be shared._Appetites,_she
argued, were_meant_to_be appeased, and the preservation_of game--or
anything else--in the larder_was an_offence against the community. Now,
at the age of_five_or so, she_affected cynicism, pretended temporarily
that life had left a bitter_taste in her mouth, and sighed_frequently.

"Kew," said Jay_presently,_"will_you promise not to_tell the Family you
saw me? I_don't want it to know about_me. After all, theories are driving
me, and_theories don't concern that Family of_ours. What's the use of_a
Family? (I'm_saying this just to exasperate_you.) A Family's_just a
little_knot of not_necessarily congenial people, with Fate rubbing_their
heads together so_as to strike sparks of love._Love--what's_the use of
Love?_I'd_like_to catch_that Love and_box_his ears,_making_such a fool of
the world. What's_the_use?"

"God knows," said Kew. "Cheer up, my_friend, I promise I_won't_tell the
Family I've seen_you, or anything about you."_At the same moment he
remembered the_motor tour.

"Promise_faithfully?"

"Faithfully."

"It's a_lovely word faithful, isn't it?" she said, wriggling in her
chair. "Yours_faithfully is a most beautiful ending_to a letter. Why_is
it that_faith_with a little_F_is such_a perfect thing, and yet Faith,
grown-up Faith_in Church,_is so tiring?"

"Perhaps one is overworked_and the other isn't,"_suggested_Kew.

As he went out into the_darkness the noise of London sprang_into his
ears, and the remote_brown_room_where he had left Jay_seemed to become
divided from him by_great distances. The_town was like a garden, and he,
an_insect,_pressed through its undergrowth. The rare_lamps_and the stars
flowered above him.


 _My_yesterday_has gone