The dull creatures don't know that they come from us.

Very few of them believe we are anywhere.

They say NONSENSE!--Look at little Blunty: he is eating one of their apples! He will be the next! Oh! oh! he will soon be big and bad and ugly, and not know it!" The child stood by himself a little way off, eating an apple nearly as big as his head.

I had often thought he did not look so good as the rest; now he looked disgusting.
"I will take the horrid thing from him!" I cried.
"It is no use," she answered sadly.

"We have done all we can, and it is too late! We were afraid he was growing, for he would not believe anything told him; but when he refused to share his berries, and said he had gathered them for himself, then we knew it! He is a glutton, and there is no hope of him .-- It makes me sick to see him eat!" "Could not some of the boys watch him, and not let him touch the poisonous things ?" "He may have them if he will: it is all one--to eat the apples, and to be a boy that would eat them if he could.