_If a lad of eight should get an urge to go tramping into a cosmic shoestore in search of a giant’s boots his egotism might become a frightening thing. Robert Abernathy probably hopes it won’t happen. But he here plants such grave doubts in_ our _mind that we wonder if it’s safe to spoil children._ =To Dicky grownups were absurdly like ants. They worked hard for no good purpose. But some day a big, big change would be coming!=…
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