THE WORLD SET FREE
he says, in the year 1898, within ten years, that is to say, of the time when the first aviators were fairly on the wing. He tells us how he sat at his desk in his study and conversed with his little boy.
His little boy was in profound trouble. He felt he had to speak very seriously to his father, and as he was a kindly little boy he did not want to do it too harshly.
This is what happened:—
"I wish, Daddy," he said, coming to his point, "that you wouldn't write all this stuff about flying. The chaps rot me."
"Yes!" said his father.
"And old Broomie, the Head I mean, he rots me. Everybody rots me."
"But there is going to be flying—quite soon."
The little boy was too well bred to say what he thought of that. "Anyhow," he said, "I wish you wouldn't write about it."
"You'll fly—lots of times—before you die," the father assured him.
The little boy looked unhappy.
The father hesitated. Then he opened a drawer and took out a blurred and under-developed photograph. "Come and look at this," he said.
The little boy came round to him. The photo-
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