That was the most wonderful thing of all....
To describe the separate adventures of each seeker would involve a
series of bulky trilogies no bookshelves in the world could carry;
they can, besides, be adequately told in three simple words that Tim
used--shouted with intense enthusiasm when he tripped over a rabbit-
hole and tumbled headlong against that everlasting Tramp: "I'm still
looking!" He dived away into another hole. "I'm looking still." "So am
I," the Tramp answered, also in three words. "I'm _very_ warm,"
growled Stumper; "I'm getting on," Aunt Emily piped; and while Judy
was for ever shouting out "I've found him!" Uncle Felix, puffing and
panting, could only repeat with rapture each time he met another
seeker: "A lovely day! A _lovely_ day!" They said so little--
experienced and felt so much!
From time to time, too, others joined them in the tremendous game. It
seemed the personality of the Tramp attracted them. Something about
him--his sincerity, perhaps, or his simplicity--made them realise
suddenly what they were about: as though they had not noticed it
before, not understood it quite, at any rate.
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