Harold was studying geography.
I saw something puzzled him.
"What's the knotty problem?" I asked him.
"They call the Mississippi the 'Father of waters,'" he said, "and I think it ought to be the 'Mother of waters.'"
"Correct, my son," I said, admiringly.
"Is Missouri the daughter of Mississippi then?" he asked.
I'm afraid I have much to answer for.
And think of it, that boy only nine years old.
What will become of us when he breaks loose at man's estate?