“I don’t know what to do about the child. He has such an imagination.”
“I prefer to call that invention. Imagination is the one quality in you that appreciates truth. I should begin if I were you by satisfying his curiosity. Tell him the truth about anything he wants to know.”
“But he wants to know such awful things.”
“What awful things?”
“Well, about me and George.”
“It’s hard to put a lie straight once you’ve told it. It is terribly easy to lose your respect for your parents.”
“Oh, but little George loves us.”
“How do you know?”
“He says so nearly every night.”