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When my cousin and I took our porridge of a morning we has a device enliven the course of the meal. My cousin ate his with sugar, and explained it to be a country continually buried under snow. I took mine with milk, and explained it to be a country suffering gradual inundation. You can imagine us exchanging our bulletins; how here was an island still unsumberged, and here a valley not yet covered with snow; what inventions were made; how his population lived in cabins on perches and travelled on stilts, and how mine was always in boats; how the interest grew furious, as the last corner of safe ground was but off on all sides and grew smaller every moment; and how in fine, the food was of altogether secondary importance, and might even have been nauseous, so long as we seasoned it with these dreams.
But perhaps the most exciting moments I ever had over a meal were in the case of calves'-feet jelly. It was hardly possible not to believe-and you may be sure, so far from trying, I did all I could to favour the illusion-that some part of it was hollow, and that sooner or later my spoon would lay open the secret tabernacle of the golden rock. There might some miniature Red Beard await his hour; there might one find the treasure of the Forty Thieves. And so I quarried on slowly, and with bated breath, savouring the interest. Believe me, I had little palate left for the jelly; and although I preferred the taste when I took cream with it, I used often to go without because the cream dimmed the transparent fractures.
Even with games, this spirit is always authoritative with right-minded children. It is thus that hide-and-seek has so pre-eminent a sovereignty, for it is the well-spring of romance, and the actions and excitement to which it gives rise, lend themselves to almost any sort of fable.