Windows of Love

also slimy and fetid to the last degree, its taste being accuratelydescribed as half brine, half rancid oil. Indeed, the salt has been sofar precipitated already that there is now five times as much chlorideof magnesium left in the water as there is common salt. By the way, itis a lucky thing for us that these various soluble minerals are of suchconstitution as to be thrown down separately at different stages ofconcentration in the evaporating liquid; for, if it were otherwise, theywould all get deposited together, and we should find on all old saltlake beds only a mixed layer of gypsum, salt, and other chlorides andsulphates, absolutely useless for any practical human purpose. In thatcase, we should be entirely dependent upon marine salt pans andartificial processes for our entire salt supply. As it is, we find thematerials deposited one above another in regular layers; first, thegypsum at the bottom; then the rock-salt; and last of all, on top, themore soluble mineral constituents.

The Great Salt Lake of Utah, sacred to the memory of Brigham Young,gives us an example of a modern saline sheet of very different origin,since it is in fact not a branch of the sea at all, but a mere shrunkenremnant of a very large fresh-water lake system, like that of thestill-existing St. Lawrence chain. Once upon a time, American geologistssay, a huge sheet of water, for which they have even invented adefinite name, Lake Bonneville, occupied a far larger valley among theoutliers of the Rocky Mountains, measuring 300 miles in one direction by180 miles in the other. Beside this primitive Superior lay a secondgreat sheet–an early Huron–(Lake Lahontan, the geologists call it)almost as big, and equally of fresh water. By-and-by–the precise datesare necessarily indefinite–some change in the rainfall, unregistered byany contemporary ‘New York Herald,’ made the waters of these big lakesshrink and evaporate. Lake Lahontan shrank away like Alice inWonderland, till there was absolutely nothing left of it; LakeBonneville shrank till it attained the diminished size of the existingGreat Salt Lake. Terrace after terrace, running in long parallel lineson the sides of the Wahsatch Mountains around, mark the various levelsat which it rested for awhile on its gradual downward course. It isstill falling indeed; and the plain around is being gradually uncovered,forming the white salt-encrusted shore with which all visitors to theMormon city are so familiar.

But why should the water have become briny? Why should the evaporationof an old Superior produce at last a Great Salt Lake? Well, there is asmall quantity of salt in solution even in the freshest of lakes andponds, brought down to them by the streams or rivers; and, as the waterof the hypothetical Lake Bonneville slowly evaporated, the salt andother mineral constituents remained behind. Thus the solution grewconstantly more and more concentrated, till at the present day it isextremely saline. Professor Geikie (to whose works the present paper ismuch indebted) found that he floated on the water in spite of himself;and the under sides of the steps at the bathing-places are all encrustedwith short stalactites of salt, produced from the drip of the bathers as

Little as she is, Mrs. Chirrup might furnish forth matter for the moralequipment of a score of housewives, six feet high in their stockings?if,in the presence of ladies, we may be allowed the expression?and ofcorresponding robustness.

Nobody knows all this better than Mr. Chirrup, though he rather takes onthat he don?t. Accordingly he is very proud of his better-half, andevidently considers himself, as all other people consider him, ratherfortunate in having her to wife. We say evidently, because Mr. Chirrupis a warm-hearted little fellow; and if you catch his eye when he hasbeen slyly glancing at Mrs. Chirrup in company, there is a certaincomplacent twinkle in it, accompanied, perhaps, by a half-expressed tossof the head, which as clearly indicates what has been passing in hismind as if he had put it into words, and shouted it out through aspeaking-trumpet. Moreover, Mr. Chirrup has a particularly mild andbird-like manner of calling Mrs. Chirrup ?my dear;? and?for he is of ajocose turn?of cutting little witticisms upon her, and making her thesubject of various harmless pleasantries, which nobody enjoys morethoroughly than Mrs. Chirrup herself. Mr. Chirrup, too, now and thenaffects to deplore his bachelor-days, and to bemoan (with a marvellouslycontented and smirking face) the loss of his freedom, and the sorrow ofhis heart at having been taken captive by Mrs. Chirrup?all of whichcircumstances combine to show the secret triumph and satisfaction of Mr.Chirrup?s soul.

We have already had occasion to observe that Mrs. Chirrup is anincomparable housewife. In all the arts of domestic arrangement andmanagement, in all the mysteries of confectionery-making, pickling, andpreserving, never was such a thorough adept as that nice little body.She is, besides, a cunning worker in muslin and fine linen, and aspecial hand at marketing to the very best advantage. But if there beone branch of housekeeping in which she excels to an utterlyunparalleled and unprecedented extent, it is in the important one ofcarving. A roast goose is universally allowed to be the greatstumbling-block in the way of young aspirants to perfection in thisdepartment of science; many promising carvers, beginning with legs ofmutton, and preserving a good reputation through fillets of veal,sirloins of beef, quarters of lamb, fowls, and even ducks, have sunkbefore a roast goose, and lost caste and character for ever. To Mrs.Chirrup the resolving a goose into its smallest component parts is apleasant pastime?a practical joke?a thing to be done in a minute or so,without the smallest interruption to the conversation of the time. Nohanding the dish over to an unfortunate man upon her right or left, nowild sharpening of the knife, no hacking and sawing at an unruly joint,no noise, no splash, no heat, no leaving off in despair; all isconfidence and cheerfulness. The dish is set upon the table, the coveris removed; for an instant, and only an instant, you observe that Mrs.Chirrup?s attention is distracted; she smiles, but heareth not. Youproceed with your story; meanwhile the glittering knife is slowlyupraised, both Mrs. Chirrup?s wrists are slightly but not ungracefully

guides and protects our relationship. When we are “in love,” or inunion with one another, we are not conscious of the law, but it isimplicitly present. We can be said to be “living above the law.”

The law that is implicit in the relationship between a man and a womanwho love each other is that they shall respect and act trustworthily inrelation to one another; that they shall care for one another in all theways that are necessary to their relationship. As long as love prevails,they are not conscious of this law. They do not need it. But if for anyreason they should “fall out of” love, then they become conscious oftheir obligations to each other. Their relationship is now lived underthe burden of law, and they will find it harder to observe than they didbefore. They now are being held together by their obligations, and itmay be that while being thus held together they will again find eachother in love. When they look back on this period some years later, theymay call the whole experience love, because then they will see that theobligations of their relationship are a part of their love. Obviously,this is mature and not infantile love. Love that accepts responsibilityand its obligations is love that is not primarily concerned about itsprivileges, although it gives thanks for whatever privileges it has. Itrecognizes itself not primarily as an emotion, but as a way of life; andit is more concerned about commitment than sensation.

By the employment of these principles that we have just rehearsed, wecan help our children grow in their capacity to love and thereby becomemore capable of a heroic commitment to one another. This kind ofcommitment should characterize the members of the Christian fellowship,the men and women in whose lives the Spirit of the Christ is incarnate.

We have seen that we need to be loved in order that we may love othersand that we should encourage one another’s love responses. Does thismean that our attempts to express love should be accepted withoutcorrection? What should the rose-growing father of the little boy havedone? One view is that the father should have accepted the gift withthanks, recognizing only the child’s intention. Certainly, hisintentions should be honored and his gift accepted. But the boy alsoneeded help in learning how to express his love to others. Here issomething we are always having to learn. All of us have had theexperience of doing or giving something that was intended to be anexpression of our love, only to discover that the gift was notappreciated by the one to whom it was given, and we find ourselvessaying, “Oh, I didn’t mean it to be that way.” With children and withone another we need to strike a balance between acceptance of theintention and guidance in choosing the means for the expression of love.Loving is an art, and we all need to learn the art and to refine itspractice. One would expect Christians and church people, who aresupposed to be incarnations of the spirit of love, to be masters of theart. Yet, to the world, we often appear to be ungracious people. So letus learn to love one another, and let us train our children in thepractice of the art of love, by encouraging and disciplining them in it.

they leave the water. The mineral constituents, however, differconsiderably in their proportions from those found in true salt lakes ofmarine origin; and the point at which the salt is thrown down is stillfar from having been reached. Great Salt Lake must simmer in the sun formany centuries yet before the point arrives at which (as cooks say) itbegins to settle.

That is the way in which deposits of salt are being now produced on theworld’s surface, in preparation for that man of the future who, as welearn from a duly constituted authority, is to be hairless, toothless,web-footed, and far too respectable ever to be funny. Man of the presentderives his existing salt-supply chiefly from beds of rock-saltsimilarly laid down against his expected appearance some hundredthousand aeons or so ago. (An aeon is a very convenient geological unitindeed to reckon by; as nobody has any idea how long it is, they can’tcarp at you for a matter of an aeon or two one way or the other.)Rock-salt is found in most parts of the world, in beds of very variousages. The great Salt Range of the Punjaub is probably the earliest indate of all salt deposits; it was laid down at the bottom of some veryancient Asiatic Mediterranean, whose last shrunken remnant covered theupper basin of the Indus and its tributaries during the Silurian age.Europe had then hardly begun to be; and England was probably stillcovered from end to end by the primaeval ocean. From this very primitivesalt deposit the greater part of India and Central Asia is stillsupplied; and the Indian Government makes a pretty penny out of the duesin the shape of the justly detested salt-tax–a tax especially odiousbecause it wrings the fraction of a farthing even from those unhappyagricultural labourers who have never tasted ghee with their rice.

The thickness of the beds in each salt deposit of course dependsentirely upon the area of the original sea or salt-lake, and the lengthof time during which the evaporation went on. Sometimes we may get amere film of salt; sometimes a solid bed six hundred feet thick.Perfectly pure rock-salt is colourless and transparent; but one doesn’toften find it pure. Alas for a degenerate world! even in its originalsite, Nature herself has taken the trouble to adulterate it beforehand.(If she hadn’t done so, one may be perfectly sure that commercialenterprise would have proved equal to the occasion in the long run.) Butthe adulteration hasn’t spoilt the beauty of the salt; on the contrary,it serves, like rouge, to give a fine fresh colour where none existed.When iron is the chief colouring matter, rock-salt assumes a beautifulclear red tint; in other cases it is emerald green or pale blue. As arule, salt is prepared from it for table by a regular process; but ithas become a fad of late with a few people to put crystals of nativerock-salt on their tables; and they decidedly look very pretty, and havea certain distinctive flavour of their own that is not unpleasant.

Our English salt supply is chiefly derived from the Cheshire andWorcestershire salt-regions, which are of triassic age. Many of theplaces at which the salt is mined have names ending in _wich_, such as

If a text for this responsibility were needed, we might take it from theancient liturgical language of the church in which we say, “We receivethis person into the congregation of Christ’s flock,” which should meanthat we receive the person into the congregation of persons in whom thelove of Christ is incarnate.

_The Language of Words and Life_

Unfortunately, however, we often use the words that suggest the rightmeaning but fail to carry out that meaning in our lives. All too easilyour religious statements become empty forms, separated from the vitalityand meaning which they are supposed to express. Remember, for instance,how vainly we sometimes say the Lord’s Prayer, which is a form that ourLord gave us, by means of which we could express the vitality of ourrelationship with God and one another. Likewise, we can honor and usethe correct verbal and other symbols about the church and Christianfellowship, its rites and ceremonies, and yet fail to translate theminto action, with the result that our rites and ceremonies anddoctrinal statements become dry, empty forms. Instead of being the meansof new life, they may only disappoint people, because they do not reallycommunicate the meaning that they seem to promise. Every church shouldalways test whether its forms are really expressive of the truth whichit professes. It is not enough that we speak the truth; we must live it.

It has been given to men to communicate both by word and by the lifethat is lived. There must always be a vital relation between the meaningthat is being communicated in the word and the form or means of itscommunication. The breakdown of education and of religion occurs whenthere is a breakdown between the human experience with its meaning andthe word which represents it. This breakdown is complete when speakingthe word becomes a substitute for living its meaning. This breakdownalso occurs when a culture undertakes to educate by means of words andconcepts only, and neglects to employ what happens between man and manas an integral and indispensable part of the curriculum.

The word and the meaning of the experience belong to each other and needeach other, and the relation between them is a necessary part ofeducation. Let us use the word “fight” as an illustration. We have thisword because of man’s experience in fighting. Out of the relationshipsof conflict and combat comes the experience we think of as fighting, andthe word “fight” stands for it. The very young child learns to fightbefore he learns the word “fight.” So far as he knows, the experience offighting exists only between himself and his mother, and it is necessaryfor him to discover that fighting is a universal human activity. Helearns the meaning of the word “fight” by the meanings that he bringsout of his own combat, and on the basis of these he begins to understandthe universal meaning of “fight.” The word thus unites his little,individual experience with the experience of the human race of which he

Northwich, Middlewich, Nantwich, Droitwich, Netherwich, and Shirleywich.This termination _wich_ is itself curiously significant, as Canon IsaacTaylor has shown, of the necessary connection between salt and the sea.The earliest known way of producing salt was of course in shallow panson the sea-shore, at the bottom of a shoal bay, called in Norse andEarly English a wick or wich; and the material so produced is stillknown in trade as bay-salt. By-and-by, when people came to discover theinland brine-pits and salt mines, they transferred to them the familiarname, a wich; and the places where the salt was manufactured came to beknown as wych-houses. Droitwich, for example, was originally such awich, where the droits or dues on salt were paid at the time whenWilliam the Conqueror’s commissioners drew up their great survey forDomesday Book. But the good, easy-going mediaeval people who gave thesequaint names to the inland wiches had probably no idea that they werereally and truly dried-up bays, and that the salt they mined from theirpits was genuine ancient bay-salt, the deposit of an old inland sea,evaporated by slow degrees a countless number of ages since, exactly asthe Dead Sea and the Great Salt Lake are getting evaporated in our owntime.

Such, nevertheless, is actually the case. A good-sized Caspian used tospread across the centre of England and north of Ireland in triassictimes, bounded here and there, as well as Dr. Hull can make out, by theWelsh Mountains, the Cheviots, and the Donegal Hills, and with the Peakof Derbyshire and the Isle of Man standing out as separate islands fromits blue expanse. (We will beg the question that the English seas werethen blue. They are certainly marked so in a very fine cerulean tint onDr. Hull’s map of Triassic Britain.) Slowly, like most other inlandseas, this early British Caspian began to lose weight and to shrivelaway to ever smaller dimensions. In Devonshire, where it appears to havefirst dried up, we get no salt, but only red marl, with here and there acubical cast, filling a hole once occupied by rock-salt, though thepercolation of the rain has long since melted out that very solublesubstance, and replaced it by a mere mould in the characteristic squareshape of salt crystals. But Worcestershire and Cheshire were the seat ofthe inland sea when it had contracted to the dimensions of a mere saltlake, and begun to throw down its dissolved saline materials. One of theCheshire beds is sometimes a hundred feet thick of almost pure andcrystalline rock-salt. The absence of fossils shows that animals musthave had as bad a time of it there as in the Dead Sea of our modernPalestine. The Droitwich brine-pits have been known for many centuries,since they were worked (and taxed) even before the Norman Conquest, aswere many other similar wells elsewhere. But the actual mining ofrock-salt as such in England dates back only as far as the reign of KingCharles II. of blessed memory, or more definitely to the very year inwhich the ‘Pilgrim’s Progress’ was conceived and written by John Bunyan.During that particular summer, an enterprising person at Nantwich hadsunk a shaft for coal, which he failed to find; but on his way down hecame unexpectedly across the bed of rock-salt, then for the first timediscovered as a native mineral. Since that fortunate accident the beds

is a part. Therefore the word becomes an effective instrument inteaching him the meaning of his experience in the context of theexperience of his own kind.

Similarly, because of his relationship to his mother, the child mayexperience her trustworthiness long before he knows the word “trust,”but he needs a word for this experience. Then, as he begins to acquirethe ability to convey these meanings with words, he learns the word”trust” and immediately the door opens so that his experience becomesrelated to the much larger experience of the people that have livedbefore him. If a child is being brought up in the Christian fellowship,the minute he begins to have a word to describe the trustworthiness ofhis relationship with his mother, he also begins to understand themeaning of trust as Christians have experienced it in relation to God.

On the other hand, it is difficult to convey the meaning of Christ’sdeath to a child. Here the words are crucial to the understanding of themeaning, but he cannot bring out of his own life sufficient experiencesto make the meaning of the concept available to him. But it is importantto introduce him to these concepts by means of words against the timewhen the words will carry meaning. As we live with our children we helpthem interpret the meaning of their experiences. Some day they will beable to move from the little meanings that they have accumulated aboutlife and death to the great meanings of the life and death andresurrection of Christ by means of the little word “cross” and otherassociated words. Education requires the use of both the language ofwords _and_ the language of relationships. We teach children the wordsof our faith, but at the same time we try to live with them in ways thatwill provide the meanings that will prepare them for understanding themeanings of the faith. And this is what I mean when I suggest that whathappens between us is an indispensable part of the curriculum.

_The Curriculum of Relationship_

This emphasis upon the relationship between parent and child, betweenteacher and pupil, between person and person, as a part of the learningsituation, seems to put a heavy burden upon the teacher. After all, itwas difficult enough when the teacher had to be responsible for thecorrect words for the transmission of the truth, and for theunderstandings that must go with them. Now, in addition, we have to payattention to what is going on between teacher and pupil. The work ofteaching is much bigger than mere verbal transmission, and nothing lessis worthy of being called Christian teaching.

This kind of teaching requires that the truth being taught be incarnatein the relationship between men, which was what God did in Christ. Theteaching of Christ is contained not only in His words, but also in Hislife. His life gave meaning to His words and made them uniquelydifferent from any other words that had ever been spoken. Actually, many

have been so energetically worked and the springs so energeticallypumped that some of the towns built on top of them have got undermined,and now threaten from year to year, in the most literal sense, to cavein. In fact, one or two subsidences of considerable extent have alreadytaken place, due in part no doubt to the dissolving action of rainwater, but in part also to the mode of working. The mines are approachedby a shaft; and, when you get down to the level of the old sea bottom,you find yourself in a sort of artificial gallery, whose roof, with allthe world on top of it, is supported every here and there by massivepillars about fifteen feet thick. Considering that the salt lies often ahundred and fifty yards deep, and that these pillars have to bear theweight of all that depth of solid rock, it is not surprising thatsubsidences should sometimes occur in abandoned shafts, where the wateris allowed to collect, and slowly dissolve away the supporting columns.

Salt is a necessary article of food for animals, but in a far lessdegree than is commonly supposed. Each of us eats on an average aboutten times as much salt as we actually require. In this respect popularnotions are as inexact as in the very similar case of the supply ofphosphorus. Because phosphorus is needful for brain action, people jumpforthwith to the absurd conclusion that fish and other foods rich inphosphates ought to be specially good for students preparing forexamination, great thinkers, and literary men. Mark Twain indeed onceadvised a poetical aspirant, who sent him a few verses for his criticalopinion, that fish was very feeding for the brains; he would recommend acouple of young whales to begin upon. As a matter of fact, there is morephosphorus in our daily bread than would have sufficed Shakespeare towrite ‘Hamlet,’ or Newton to discover the law of gravitation. It isn’tphosphorus that most of us need, but brains to burn it in. A man mightas well light a fire in a carriage, because coal makes an engine go, ashope to mend the pace of his dull pate by eating fish for the sake ofthe phosphates.

The question still remains, How did the salt originally get there? Afterall, when we say that it was produced, as rock-salt, by evaporation ofthe water in inland seas, we leave unanswered the main problem, How didthe brine in solution get into the sea at all in the first place? Well,one might almost as well ask, How did anything come to be upon the earthat any time, in any way? How did the sea itself get there? How did thisplanet swim into existence at all? In the Indian mythology the world issupported upon the back of an elephant, who is supported upon the backof a tortoise; but what the tortoise in the last resort is supportedupon the Indian philosophers prudently say not. If we once begin thuspushing back our inquiries into the genesis of the cosmos, we shall findour search retreating step after step _ad infinitum_. The negropreacher, describing the creation of Adam, and drawing slightly uponhis imagination, observed that when our prime forefather first came toconsciousness he found himself ’sot up agin a fence.’ One of his hearersventured sceptically to ejaculate, ‘Den whar dat fence come from,ministah?’ The outraged divine scratched his grey wool reflectively for

of the things that our Lord taught were not new, but His life was, andthis made His teaching unique. The same principle must apply to us. Someinstruction given in the name of Christian education is dull,monotonous, and irrelevant. There is nothing untrue about it, but it istaught without the conviction born of experience, and it is notexpressed in what goes on between man and man. On the other hand, arecognition of the responsibilities of this kind of teaching should becoupled with the joys and satisfactions of it. It is the kind ofteaching that can relieve us of some of the anxieties of accomplishment.

_A Word of Encouragement_

Many parents and teachers are concerned about the quality of the careand teaching which they give children, and they are particularly worriedabout their failures and sins in relation to them. Present in many of usis the fear that we may have permanently impaired the future welfare ofthose for whom we are responsible. This leads us to try to be perfect inthe discharge of our duties and thus prevent serious injury to ourchildren. In other words, we would like to love them perfectly, which,if we were able to do, would ill prepare them for their life in thisworld.

Furthermore, and more importantly, implicit in this anxiety is a gravemisconception of what it means to be a Christian. The test of our loveand faith is not the absence of failure and sin and problems, but liesin what we are able to do about them. Of course, Christian parents getangry with their children and say and do things that hurt them. We arehaunted by the signs in our children that we have failed them, by theevidences of their anxiety, by the problems they sometimes have inrelation to other people, by their lying and stealing, by theirhostility and quarrelsomeness, and by their excessive competitivenessand jealousy. Sometimes the scenes around the family table are fardifferent from our image of what Christian family life and fellowshipshould be. We wonder where we have failed, grow discouraged, and failagain. We are embarrassed by the contradiction that our children seebetween the things that we say and the things that we do.

Parents and teachers who, like Mrs. Strait, live by the law, either haveto blind themselves to what’s going on in their relationships or elsebecome profoundly discouraged. And if we are like Mr. Churchill, ourdecision will be to ignore human problems and to turn ourselves to adevotion of God, as if that were possible! Dr. Manby would wait for timeto take care of the matter, and Mr. Knowles would frantically cram moreknowledge about the Bible into the minds of parents and children in thehope that, somehow or other, knowing about God and Christian teachingwould produce the necessary changes. Mr. Clarke, of course, would turnthe whole “mess” over to the clergy.

Implicit in the situations we have been discussing is a concept of

agitated, she compresses her lips for an instant, then breaks into asmile, and all is over. The legs of the bird slide gently down into apool of gravy, the wings seem to melt from the body, the breastseparates into a row of juicy slices, the smaller and more complicatedparts of his anatomy are perfectly developed, a cavern of stuffing isrevealed, and the goose is gone!

To dine with Mr. and Mrs. Chirrup is one of the pleasantest things inthe world. Mr. Chirrup has a bachelor friend, who lived with him in hisown days of single blessedness, and to whom he is mightily attached.Contrary to the usual custom, this bachelor friend is no less a friendof Mrs. Chirrup?s, and, consequently, whenever you dine with Mr. andMrs. Chirrup, you meet the bachelor friend. It would put anyreasonably-conditioned mortal into good-humour to observe the entireunanimity which subsists between these three; but there is a quietwelcome dimpling in Mrs. Chirrup?s face, a bustling hospitality oozingas it were out of the waistcoat-pockets of Mr. Chirrup, and apatronising enjoyment of their cordiality and satisfaction on the partof the bachelor friend, which is quite delightful. On these occasionsMr. Chirrup usually takes an opportunity of rallying the friend on beingsingle, and the friend retorts on Mr. Chirrup for being married, atwhich moments some single young ladies present are like to die oflaughter; and we have more than once observed them bestow looks upon thefriend, which convinces us that his position is by no means a safe one,as, indeed, we hold no bachelor?s to be who visits married friends andcracks jokes on wedlock, for certain it is that such men walk amongtraps and nets and pitfalls innumerable, and often find themselves downupon their knees at the altar rails, taking M. or N. for their weddedwives, before they know anything about the matter.

However, this is no business of Mr. Chirrup?s, who talks, and laughs,and drinks his wine, and laughs again, and talks more, until it is timeto repair to the drawing-room, where, coffee served and over, Mrs.Chirrup prepares for a round game, by sorting the nicest possible littlefish into the nicest possible little pools, and calling Mr. Chirrup toassist her, which Mr. Chirrup does. As they stand side by side, youfind that Mr. Chirrup is the least possible shadow of a shade tallerthan Mrs. Chirrup, and that they are the neatest and best-matched littlecouple that can be, which the chances are ten to one against yourobserving with such effect at any other time, unless you see them in thestreet arm-in-arm, or meet them some rainy day trotting along under avery small umbrella. The round game (at which Mr. Chirrup is themerriest of the party) being done and over, in course of time a nicelittle tray appears, on which is a nice little supper; and when that isfinished likewise, and you have said ?Good night,? you find yourselfrepeating a dozen times, as you ride home, that there never was such anice little couple as Mr. and Mrs. Chirrup.

Whether it is that pleasant qualities, being packed more closely insmall bodies than in large, come more readily to hand than when they are