So that it
seems as if there is a something that governs those things which
survives the accidents of politics, and which mere citizens are
not supposed to understand or meddle with. Anyway, it was best so.
Colonel Waring, splendid fellow that he was, when he grew tired of
the much talk, made a little speech of ten words that was not on
the programme, and after that the politicians went home, leaving
the park to the children. There it was in the right hands. What
mattered the rest, then?
And now let me go back from the slum to my Brooklyn home for just
a look. I did every night, or I do not think I could have stood
it. I never lived in New York since I had a home, except for the
briefest spell of a couple of months once when my family were away,
and that nearly stifled me. I have to be where there are trees
and birds and green hills, and where the sky is blue above. So we
built our nest in Brooklyn, on the outskirts of the great park,
while the fledglings grew, and the nest was full when the last of
our little pile had gone to make it snug.
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