What a wealth of human understanding and contentment as suggested by this simple passage:
“Frankie is blowing Seagull eggs in the scullery. His father, after a day’s work at the farm, is at his supper very hungry, yet immensely interested, and calls out occasionally, –
“ ’ow you’re getting on, Foreman?”
“All right, Capt.,” says Frankie affectionately, and the unpleasant asthmatic, wheezy noise of the egg-blowing
goes on .... There are three dogs asleep under the kitchen table; all three belong to different owners, and neither one to A---.” (Journal of Disappointed Man) – [1]
Charles E. Burchfield, June 8, 1935