It meant something different to what it looked like--ah!" and impatient at his impotence to express philosophic thought, he cast another lighted match angrily into the fire.
Paul, high product of modern culture, sat in wonder at the common old fellow's clarity of vision.

Tears rolled down his cheek.

"I know, dear old Bill, what you're trying to say.

Only one man has ever been able to say it.

A mad poet called Blake.
'To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower; Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour'." Barney Bill started forward in his chair and clapped his hand on the young man's knee.