'We don't want our clothes to last a century now, mother,' he said.

'Times are hurrying on faster, and we must make up our minds to go on with them and leave our old clothes behind.

The world would get too full if everybody cherished bygone relics as you do.' "I don't think she much liked his talking so.

She shook her head and said something about revolutionary ideas, which I didn't understand.

But my father only laughed; his mother and he were the best of friends, though he liked to tease her sometimes.