Horton's sticky cake in paper over the old grey fence. Him they
regarded with a special awe and admiration, not unmixed with
tenderness. He had smiled so nicely when he said "Thank you" that
Judy, wondering if there was any one to mend his clothes, had always
longed to know him better. It seemed so wonderful. How could he live
without furniture, house, regular meals--without possessions, in a
word? It made him so real. It was "real life," in fact, to live that
way; and upon Judy especially the impression was a deep one.
In addition to these occasional intruders, there was another person,
an Authority, but the most wonderful Authority of all, who came into
their lives a little later with a gradual and overwhelming effect, but
who cannot be mentioned more definitely just now because he has not
yet arrived. The world, in any case, speaking generally, was enormous;
it was endless; it was always dropping things and people upon them
without warning, as from a clear and cloudless sky. But this
particular individual was still climbing the great curve below their
horizon, and had not yet poked his amazing head above the edge.
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