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Updated: June 22, 2025
It is well for every one to have a friend or friends with whom he can talk quite unaffectedly about what he cares for and values; and he ought to be able to say to such a friend, "I cannot talk about these things now; I am in a dusty, prosaic, grubby mood, and I want to make mud-pies"; the point is to be natural, and yet to keep a watch upon nature; not to force her into cramped postures, and yet not to indulge her in rude, careless, and vulgar postures.
The only original information I can find in the discourse is to the effect that when Joseph was a bare-legged little Hebrew, making mud-pies in the land of his forefathers, his daddy called him "Joe"; that the Bible refers to Egypt and Egyptians just "two hundred and eighty-nine times," and that "Egypt is our great-grandmother."
"Oh, figs, an' raisins, an' dear little kittie-kitties, an' drums, an' picture-books, an' little bakin' dishes to make mud-pies in, an' turtles, an' little wheelbarrows." "Anything else?" "Oh, yes great big black dogs an' a goat, an' a wagon for him to draw me in." "Very well, old fellow you shall have every one of those things tomorrow."
Of course, they're all friends, always have been, since they made mud-pies together in their Boston backyards." "Did you belong to that childish group? "Me? Lord, no! I'm Simon Pure Middle West! And I glory in it! I'd hate to be of New England descent you have to live up to traditions and things! I'm a law unto myself, when it comes to life and living!" "And you met Mrs, Embury?"
From time to time passers-by observed that the child was not making mud-pies, but tracing figures, comic or grotesque as might happen, and always quite wonderful for their lack of resemblance to anything human. That patch of reddish-brown clay was his sole resource, his slate, his drawing-book, and woe to anybody who chanced to walk over little Dick's arabesques.
"There's the house," exclaimed Anne, a few minutes later. "I know that's it. It's little and it's brown and look at the roses and the children! It's like the old woman that lived in a shoe." Indeed, the little brown house was overflowing with children. Peggy, with a baby in her arms, sat in a broken rocking-chair on the porch. Two little girls were making mud-pies near by.
'Oh, I couldn't do it, she said, and she looked as if she were going to cry, a most unusual thing with her; 'if I went away, to-morrow they would be together, making mud-pies for the children of the poor. I sprang to my feet. 'Marcia Raynor, I cried, 'you made this House of Martha. You are the head and the front, the top and the bottom of it.
We may fancy the tree saying to it: "What are you doing here? The Luxembourg is only a short distance from here, and is charming. Children are there, making mud-pies, nurses upon the seats chattering with the military, lovers promenading, holding hands. Go there, you simpleton!" The blackbird flew away, and the university tree, once more solitary and alone, drooped its dispirited leaves.
I discovered this for myself later on, but I cannot say that his knowledge was the kind which is difficult to acquire. He professed a wholesale contempt for any game at which he could get his mouth full of dirt, and said that he would as soon make mud-pies as play football. Lambert was hugely tall and walked with a stride which was as long as it was stately.
Take this example: that he does not dream any one will, or can, in mere frivolity, coquette, dally, play mud-pies, with a passion the sacredest in subjection, the shamefulest in mutiny, and the deepest and most perilous to tamper with, in our nature.
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