- ing cherub. “Tell us who wrote the ‘Ode on Inti¬
mations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood/ Cripes 1 what a title l”
Freddy groaned. “I know that Wadsworth wrote it, but that is all that I do know about it.”
“Wordsworth, Freddy,” Carl corrected him. “Wordsworth. Henry W. Wordsworth.”
“Gee, Carl, thanks.. I thought it was William.”
There was a burst of laughter, and then Pudge explained. “It is William, Freddy. Don’t let Peters razz you. Just for that, Carl, you tell what it’s about.”
“No soap,” said Carl decisively.
“I know,” Hugh announced, excited and pleased.
“Shoot!”
“Well, it’s this reincarnation business. Words¬ worth thought you lived before you came on to this earth, and everything was fine when you were a baby but it got worse when you got older. That’s about all. It’s kinda bugs, but I like some of it.”
“It isn’t bugs,” Pudge contradicted flatly; “it’s got sense. You do lose something as you grow older, but you gain something, too. Wordsworth admits that. It’s a wonderful poem, and you ’re dumbbells if you can’t see it.” He was very seri¬ ous as he turned the pages of the book and laid his pipe on the table at his elbow. “Now listen. This stanza has the dope for the whole poem.” He read the famous stanza simply and effectively:
