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was crying as though her heart were broken. 

 And then a boy's eyes grew dim. Who can 

 weigh the value of such incidents in the shap- 

 ing of a human soul? How many brass 

 bands, monkeys and hand organs would it 

 take to compensate for their loss ? 



When the children are tired of the land, 

 the sea calls. 



We have a beautifully curved sand beach 

 on the lawn that invites for a bath, and row- 

 boat and sailboat are always nodding their 

 friendly challenge tethered to their pier. 

 Somebody is always fishing in sight, and the 

 crabs in the water's edge are a standing chal- 

 lenge. The horses and mules, colts and 

 puppies, cows and calves are far more inter- 

 esting to our children in their daily life than 

 the wild animals of a circus. Daily life is a 

 continuous performance in which the child 

 is both audience and ringmaster. 



My riding mare's last year's colt I gave to 

 my little girl. When she went to boarding 



