“You can?” said Helen, astonished that other people knew about them.
“I suppose you think,” conjectured Lester, hanging up the potato-masher, “that you’re the only person bothered that way. But as a matter of fact, lots and lots of people have been from the beginning of time! You’ve heard about the Greek philosophers, haven’t you? Well, that is really about all they were up to.”
There was a pause, while Helen wiped off the top of the kitchen table.
Then she remarked thoughtfully, “I believe I’d like to go to college.”
It was the first time she had ever thought of it.
Oh, no, it was not always recipes they talked about on Saturday mornings!
And on Saturday nights, as he reached for some book to take to bed with him, Lester’s hand not infrequently fell on an old, rubbed, shabby volume which fell open at the passage,
“The thought of our past years in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction: not indeed
For that which is most worthy to be blest—