I raised my head and there she was, with an irresistible smile on her round face.“What are you looking at?” you asked.“Ants.”“What are they doing?”“No 44 .”“I bet they’re playing games and make friends. Don’t you think so?”...
When they would thrust at, or parry, the noses of his champing horses, making them swing their heads and move their feet, disturbing a solid dreamy repose, he swore at the men as fools, for he himself could perceive that Providence had caused it clearly to be written, that he and his...