We don't want it to get common to us
with too much use. We may think it as much as we like; thinking does not
spoil it; but saying spoils many things, and especially beautiful words.
Now we must let Wynnie finish what she was saying."
"I was saying, papa, that I can't help feeling as if--I know it can't be
true--but I feel as if Jesus spoke unkindly to his mother when he said that
to her."
I looked at the page and read the words, "How is it that ye sought me? wist
ye not that I must be about my Father's business?" And I sat silent for a
while.
"Why don't you speak, papa?" said Harry.
"I am sitting wondering at myself, Harry," I said. "Long after I was your
age, Wynnie, I remember quite well that those words troubled me as they now
trouble you. But when I read them over now, they seemed to me so lovely
that I could hardly read them aloud. I can recall the fact that they
troubled me, but the mode of the fact I scarcely can recall. I can hardly
see now wherein lay the hurt or offence the words gave me. And why is that?
Simply because I understand them now, and I did not understand them then.
I took them as uttered with a tone of reproof; now I hear them as uttered
with a tone of loving surprise.
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