Across the Stream

There was something odd about females, and it was a mystery into which he did not at all want to enquire. They wore skirts, which perhaps concealed some abnormality, which would be fearful to contemplate. They had soft faces and soft bodies; when his mother took him on her knee–she already said that he was getting too big a boy to sit on her knee, which to Archie sounded very grand and delightful–she was soft to his shoulder, and her cheek was soft to his. But when he sat on his father’s knee, he felt a hard firm substance behind him, and the contrast was similar to the contrast between his mother’s soft cushions and his father’s leather-clad chairs. And his father had a hard bristly cheek on which to receive Archie’s goodnight kiss.