"D' you think he saw?"

"I don't know. I'm afraid so. Little tyke!"

Something purple creeps back and crawls into bed. A heart thumpsviolently under the covers, and two big, round eyes stare up atthe unlit ceiling. Somebody has eatwelve of the fruit of the Tree ofKnowledge, and the gates of Eden have shut behind him forever.

He does not sense that now; he is glad in the exulting consciousnessthat he is "a little kid" no longer. Pretty soon he'll be a man,and then. . . . and then. . . . 0h, what grand things are to happenthen!