They have much to
learn. Poor things! And they hate it. They take no interest in
fairy lore. And what would happen to them if they got wrecked on a
Desert Island they don't seem to care. And then there are languages.
What they will need when they come to be children. And have to talk
to all the animals. And magic. Which is deep. And they hate it.
And say it is rot. They are full of tricks. One catches them
reading trashy novels. Under the desk. All about love. Which is
wasting their children's money. And God knows it is hard enough to
earn. But the children are not angry with them. Remembering how
they felt themselves. When they were grown up. Only firm.
"The children give them plenty of holidays. Because holidays are
good for everyone. They freshen you up. But the grown-ups are very
stupid. And do not care for sensible games. Such as Indians. And
Pirates. What would sharpen their faculties. And so fit them for
the future. They only care to play with a ball. Which is of no
help. To the stern realities of life. Or talk. Lord, how they
talk!
"There is one grown-up. Who is very clever. He can talk about
everything. But it leads to nothing. And spoils the party. So they
send him to bed. And there are two grown-ups. A male and a female.
And they talk love. All the time. Even on fine days. Which is
maudlin. But the children are patient with them. Knowing it takes
all sorts.
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