ABSTRACT
It is in the early days of rollicking boyhood that the revelation rst bursts upon one, all in a day, as it were. I remember well when the shadow swept across me. … In a wee wooden schoolhouse, something put it into the boys’ and girls’ heads to buy gorgeous visiting-cards-ten cents a package-and exchange. e exchange was merry, till one girl, a tall newcomer, refused my card-refused it peremptorily, with a glance. en it dawned upon me with a certain suddenness that I was dierent from the others; or like, mayhap, in heart and life and longing, but shut out from their world by a vast veil.
