(a clever enough work in its way), The Boy Who Could Play Many Tunes Upon Bells , and Ivik’s Storks . That is all. But now I have also read The Station Overseer in your little volume; and it is wonderful to think that one may live and yet be ignorant of the fact that under one’s very nose there may be a book in which one’s whole life is described as in a picture. Never should I have guessed that, as soon as ever one begins to read such a book, it sets one on both to remember and to consider and to foretell events. Another reason why I liked this book so much is that, though, in the case of other works (however clever they be), one may read them, yet remember not a word of them (for I am a man naturally dull of comprehension, and unable to read works of any great importance)⁠—although, as I say, one may read such works, one reads such a book as yours