Memory, association, affection, all those come when one is younger than comprehension!" "Younger than one's own comprehension ?" "Richard, you are grown more tiresome than ever.

Are you laughing at me ?" "Indeed, I beg your pardon--I did not mean it," said Richard.

"I am very sorry to be so stupid." "My dear Ritchie, it was only my blundering-never mind." "But what did you mean?
I want to know, indeed, Ethel." "I mean that memory and association come before comprehension, so that one ought to know all good things--fa--with familiarity before one can understand, because understanding does not make one love.

Oh! one does that before, and, when the first little gleam, little bit of a sparklet of the meaning does come, then it is so valuable and so delightful." "I never heard of a little bit of a sparklet before," said Richard, "but I think I do see what Ethel means; and it is like what I heard and liked in a university sermon some Sundays ago, saying that these lessons and holy words were to be impressed on us here from infancy on earth, that we might be always unravelling their meaning, and learn it fully at last--where we hope to be." "The very same thought!" exclaimed Margaret, delighted; "but," after a pause, "I am afraid the Ladies' Committee might not enter into it in plain English, far less in Ethel's language." "Now, Margaret! You know I never meant myself.

I never can get the right words for what I mean." "And you leave about your faux commencements, as M.Ballompre would call them, for us to stumble over," said Margaret.
"But Flora would manage!" said Ethel.