In the house of the future the parents would be allotted the attics where they would be out of the way.

They might occasionally be allowed down to dinner, say, on Sundays.
The Child, having exhausted all the nourishment the frying-pan contained, sought to develop its brain faculty by thumping itself over the head with the flat of the thing.

With the selfishness of the average parent--thinking chiefly of what the Coroner might say, and indifferent to the future of humanity, my friend insisted upon changing the game.
His foolish talk.
The parent does not even know how to talk to his own Child.

The Child is yearning to acquire a correct and dignified mode of expression.

The parent says: "Did ums.