"Tell me what you were thinking." And still under the spell of the music, Deborah said to her father, "I was thinking of hungry people--millions of them, now, this minute--not only here but in so many places--concerts, movies, libraries.

Hungry, oh, for everything--life, its beauty, all it means.

And I was thinking this is youth--no matter how old they happen to be--and that to feed it we have schools.

I was thinking how little we've done as yet, and of all that we're so sure to do in the many, many years ahead.

Do you see what I mean ?" she squeezed his hand.
"Welcome back to school," she said, "back into the hungry army of youth!...
Sh-h-h!" Again the music had begun.