Hand and brush and colour cannot touch That which Is and Must Be--in its yearning search for the spirit which is its life on earth.
Yet a boy and girl were yearning towards it as they sat in mere mortal form on a bench in a London square.

And neither of them knew more than that they wondered at and adored the beauty in each other's eyes.
"I didn't know what a little chap I was," he said next.

"I'd had a splendid life for a youngster and I was big for my age and ramping with health and strength and happiness.

You seemed almost a baby to me, but--it was the way you looked at me, I think--I wanted to talk to you, and please you and make you laugh.

You had a red little mouth with deep dimples that came and went near the corners.