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me, it is hard to kill me. Still, 1 am opposed to 
stopping with mere play. As I see it, there is too 
much mere play going. The girls are ashamed of 
the kitchen laboratory, and the boys are mortified 
by soiled hands. I hate the sight of a tennis- 
rigged lad whose father is over there in the field at 
work in the sunshine, and his mother bent over a 
washtub.” When we organize a new home we 
should never plan to separate the family. All the 
members should work together, all should play to- 
gether, and all should rest together. That society 
is a rank falsehood which divides father and son in 
the functions of every-day life and joy. That home 
is a humbug that gives sport over to the young, and 
toil to the old, or does not make rhythm of every 
day’s occupation. Your nooks, your corners, and 
your playgrounds should bring together mother and 
daughter, father and son, re-creating them into a 
daily better image of God. In this way associate 
all the functions of true living — play and work, 
rest and recuperation, creation and re-creation. 
This seems to me one of the finest things about 
country life — that the children can grow up more 
natural, with broader sympathies, and, if wisely 
directed, a higher morale of character. In this 
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