Trifles.
“Father, didn’t you say the world was round?”
“Yes, my son.”
“Well, how can it come to an end if it’s round?”
“William, I wish you wouldn’t talk with your mouth so full of victuals.”
“John, I wish you wouldn’t go to balls and parties—it is very bad indeed.”
“Father, didn’t you and mother go to balls and parties, when you were young?”
“Yes, my son—but we have seen the folly of it.”
“Well, I want to see the folly of it too, father!”
View of Malta.