“Why, in the baby,” said Rollo, laughing.
“Yes; and would it be in his body, or in his mind?”
“In his face,” said James.
“In his eyes,” said Rollo.
“You would see the signs of it in his face and in his eyes, but the feeling of [pg 177]pleasure would be in his mind. Now, I suppose you understand what I said, that the value of the plaything consists in the pleasure it can awaken in the mind.”
“Yes, mother,” said Rollo.
“There is your jumping man,” said she; “is that a good plaything?”
“Yes,” said Rollo, “my kicker. But I don't care much about it. I don't know where it is now.”
“What was it?” said James. “I never saw it.”
“It was a pasteboard man,” said his mother; “and there was a string behind, fixed so that, by pulling it, you could make his arms and legs fly about.”