It seemed to me as though
above the silence I heard the far-off music of the Mills of God.
CHAPTER XI
I fancy Veronica is going to be an authoress. Her mother thinks this
may account for many things about her that have been troubling us.
The story never got far. It was laid aside for the more alluring
work of play-writing, and apparently forgotten. I came across the
copy-book containing her "Rough Notes" the other day. There is
decided flavour about them. I transcribe selections; the spelling,
as before, being my own.
"The scene is laid in the Moon. But everything is just the same as
down here. With one exception. The children rule. The grown-ups do
not like it. But they cannot help it. Something has happened to
them. They don't know what. And the world is as it used to be. In
the sweet old story-books. Before sin came. There are fairies that
dance o' nights. And Witches. That lure you. And then turn you
into things. And a dragon who lives in a cave. And springs out at
people. And eats them. So that you have to be careful. And all the
animals talk. And there are giants. And lots of magic. And it is
the children who know everything. And what to do for it. And they
have to teach the grown-ups. And the grown-ups don't believe half of
it. And are far too fond of arguing. Which is a sore trial to the
children. But they have patience, and are just.
"Of course the grown-ups have to go to school.
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