Then, when all the washing is done, I scrub everything bright in the copper while I have the hot soapsuds." Accustomed as he (or she) is from his (or her) earliest days to sincere and fearless self-expression, the Utopian child is entirely incapable of indulging in cant; and the genuineness of the sentiment which dictated those words is therefore above suspicion.

To work vigorously, to do well whatever he (or she) has to do, is a real pleasure to the Utopian child.

Indeed his whole being is a living response to the familiar precept: "Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might." And what he does with his might is always well worth doing.

His constant effort to express himself has, as its necessary counterpart, a constant effort to find out what is worth expressing, to get to the truth of things, to see things as they are.

The consequent growth of his perceptive powers may be looked at from two points of view.
On the one hand his growing capacity for getting on terms with things--for feeling his way among them, for "getting, the hang" of them, for making himself at home with them, for learning their ins and outs, for understanding their ways and works--will give him the power of putting forth an appropriate _sense_ in response to the demands of each new environment, and, through the medium of this sense, of converting information into knowledge.