<h2><SPAN name="CHILDS_PLAY" id="CHILDS_PLAY">CHILD’S PLAY</SPAN></h2>
<p><span class="upper">Once</span> a child was sitting
on a great log that
lay by the roadside,
playing; and another
child came
along, and stopped to
speak to him.</p>
<p>“What are you doing?” asked the
second child.</p>
<p>“I am sailing to the Southern Seas,”
replied the first, “to get a cargo of monkeys,
and elephant tusks, and crystal balls
as large as oranges. Come up here, and
you may sail with me if you like.”</p>
<p>So the second child climbed upon the
log.</p>
<p>“Look!” said the first child. “See
how the foam bubbles up before the ship,
and trails and floats away behind! Look!
the water is so clear that we can see the
fishes swimming about, blue and red and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</SPAN></span>
green. There goes a parrot-fish; my
father told me about them. I should not
wonder if we saw a whale in about a
minute.”</p>
<p>“What are you talking about?” asked
the second child, peevishly. “There is no
water here, only grass; and anyhow this
is nothing but a log. You cannot get to
islands in this way.”</p>
<p>“But we <em>have</em> got to them,” cried the
first child. “We are at them now. I see
the palm-trees waving, and the white sand
glittering. Look! there are the natives
gathering to welcome us on the beach.
They have feather cloaks, and necklaces,
and anklets of copper as red as gold.
Oh! and there is an elephant coming
straight toward us.”</p>
<p>“I should think you would be ashamed,”
said the second child. “That is Widow
Slocum.”</p>
<p>“It’s all the same,” said the first child.</p>
<p>Presently the second child got down
from the log.</p>
<p>“I am going to play stick-knife,” he
said. “I don’t see any sense in this. I
think you are pretty dull to play things<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</SPAN></span>
that aren’t really there.” And he walked
slowly away.</p>
<p>The first child looked after him a
moment.</p>
<p>“I think <em>you</em> are pretty dull,” he said
to himself, “to see nothing but what is
under your nose.”</p>
<p>But he was too well-mannered to say
this aloud; and having taken in his cargo,
he sailed for another port.</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</SPAN></span></p>
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