g different; running to meet his guardian, glad to be with him,
sorry to leave him.

Then I saw in my parable that one day, when the child played in the
garden, as he had often played before, he noticed a little green alley,
with a pleasant arch of foliage, that he had never seen before, leading
to some secluded place. The child was dimly aware that there were parts
of the garden where he was supposed not to go; he had been told he must
not go too far from the house, but it was all vague and indistinct in
his mind; he had never been shown anything precisely, or told the
limits of his wanderings. So he went in joy, with a sense of a sweet
mystery, down the alley, and presently found himself in a still
brighter and more beautiful garden, full of fruits growing on the
ground and on the trees, which he plucked and ate. There was a
building, like a pavilion, at the end, of two storeys; and while he
wandered thither with his hands full of fruits, he suddenly saw his
guardian watching him, with a look he had never seen on his face
before, from the upper windows of the garden-house. His first impulse
was to run to him, share his joy with him, and ask him why he had not
been shown the delicious place; but the fixed and inscrutable look on
his guardian's face, neither smiling nor frowning, the stillness of his
attitude, first chilled the child and then dismayed him; he flung the
fruits on the ground and shivered, and then ran out of the garden. In
the evening, when he was with his guardian, he found him as kind and
tender as ever. But his guardian said nothing to him about the inner
garden of fruits, and the child feared to ask him.

But the next day he felt as though the fruits had given him a new
eagerness, a new strength; he hankered after them long, and at last
went down the green path again; this time the summer-house seemed
empty. So he ate his fill, and this he did for many days. Then one day,
when he was bending down to pluck a golden fruit, that lay gem-like on
the ground among green leaves, he heard a sudden step behind him, and
turning, saw his guardian draw swiftly near, with a look of anger on
his face; the next instant he was struck down, again and again; lifted
from the ground at last, as in a passion of rage, and flung down
bleeding on the earth; and then, without a word, his guardian left him;
at first he lay and moaned, but then he crawled away, and back to the
house. And there he found the old nurse that tende