Dedication

TO
MY YOUNGEST SON

GRENVILLE ARTHUR

AND

TO ALL OTHER GOOD LITTLE BOYS

COME READ ME MY RIDDLE, EACH GOOD LITTLE MAN;
IF YOU CANNOT READ IT, NO GROWN-UP FOLK CAN.

“I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined;
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Being sad thoughts to the mind.

“To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think,
What man has made of man.”

Wordsworth.