"
"You've had more to be grateful for than I ever had," said Mr. Jeminy
simply, "and I'm not complaining."
"Go along," said Aaron; "you're speaking out of kindness. But it
doesn't fool me any. I know you've led a wandering life, Mr. Jeminy.
But I'd admire to see a little something of the world myself."
Above them the smoke from Aaron's chimney, thin and blue, rose bending
like an Indian pipe in the still air. And Mr. Jeminy gazed at it in
silence, before replying:
"You have had the good things of life, Aaron Bade."
"Have I?" said Aaron bitterly. "I'm sure I didn't know it. What are
the good things of life, Mr. Jeminy?"
"Love," said Mr. Jeminy, "peace, quiet of the heart, the work of one's
hands. Perhaps it is human to wish for more. But to be human is not
always to be wise. Do you desire to see the world, Aaron Bade? Soon
you would ask to be home again."
"Well, I don't know about that," said Aaron.
"Ah," said Mr. Jeminy, "love is best of all."
And once again he relapsed into silence.
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