"It means that their hearts are in it." The stone hall was still vibrating to the voices of the last departed guests.

Joan was seated on a footstool before the fire in front of Mrs.
Denton's chair.
"It's the thing that gives me greatest hope," she continued.

"The childishness of men and women.

It means that the world is still young, still teachable." "But they're so slow at their lessons," grumbled Joan.

"One repeats it and repeats it; and then, when one feels that surely now at least one has drummed it into their heads, one finds they have forgotten all that one has ever said." "Not always forgotten," answered Mrs.Denton; "mislaid, it may be, for the moment.