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Know you what it is to be a child? It is to be something verydifferent from the man of to-day. It is to have a spirit yet streamingfrom the waters of baptism; it is to believe in love, to believe inloveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be so little that the elves canreach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, andmice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything,for each child has its fairy godmother in its own soul; it is to live ina nutshell and to count yourself the king of infinite space; it is
it is to know not as yet that you are under sentence of life, nor petitionthat it is to be commuted into death.—Francis Thompson.
All night the big liner had been plunging heavily,but towards morning she entered quieter water, andwhen the passengers woke, her rising and falling overthe great swells was so easy that eve