CHAPTER V.
OLD GAMES REPEATED.
We tarried longer in the dining-room this evening than usual, and the children, losing their interest in what we were saying got to playing all about us in a very boisterous way, but we said nothing, for it is the evening hour, and I think it keeps one fresh to have these things going on around us.

Indeed, we never get over being boys and girls.

The good, healthy man sixty years of age is only a boy with added experience.

A woman is only an old girl.

Summer is but an older spring.