It is good for little folk that big folk should now and then "talk over their heads," as the saying is, and make them feel how ignorant they are, and how many solemn and earnest questions there are in the world on which they must make up their minds some day, though not yet.

But now we will talk about the hay: or rather do you and the rest go and play in the hay and gather it up, build forts of it, storm them, pull them down, build them up again, shout, laugh, and scream till you are hot and tired.

You will please Madam How thereby, and Lady Why likewise.
How?
Because Madam How naturally wants her work to succeed, and she is at work now making you.
Making me?
Of course.

Making a man of you, out of a boy.

And that can only be done by the life-blood which runs through and through you.