The boy was waiting for the schoolmaster at the gate as he went out. “Well, was it any use?” he cried eagerly.
“My dear chap,” said that gentleman, “you are a little noodle. That’s what you are.”
And the boy, as he trotted by the schoolmaster’s side, found something vaguely comforting in this cryptic speech.
PART II
CHILDREN OF LAST CENTURY
A SMALL EVENT
All service ranks the same with God:
If now, as formerly He trod
Paradise, His presence fills
Our earth, each only as God wills
Can work—God’s puppets, best and worst,