are ? Bluer and fairer than to the man perhaps ;
for in them. he feels at his heart a prophecy of skies
that never cloud, and of flowers that never wither.
You call that fartcy, maybe. If so, then tell us,
who were once children, what childhood means.
The('e were in Fritz's consciousness, if one could
only have seen it, two lives that somehow united
themselves in the outward signs which Fritz made
of himself as the child who slept, on Mr. Leverick's
sofa. The life that looked out from the hazel eyes
and went into the great gentleness of the child,
which had ever a certain sadness in it, and which
lay furtherest down in Fritz's nature, it would be
very hard to analyze, much less explain. Indeed,
it is true that there the child found a certain passive
pain and sadness, never spoken, and only showing
itself in a grave gentleness, as most sensitive chil-
dren are grave and gentle. He seemed often listen-
ing for something, or at least trying to recall some-
thing, as he lay quietly looking out from under the
long eyelashes, half-shut, with that dreamy, quiet
look of his, very intent on something that cost him
hardly an outward motion or expression of any sort.
