out unheeded. The hand which held it dropped on the
arm of the chair, loosely.

The man stirred, relaxed all his muscles, and stretched
himself out in the chair, tipping his head back to see the
stars.

He sat thus for a long, long time, while the constella-
tions wheeled slowly over his head. Once he murmured
meditatively, "Maybe we do hit it up a little too fast."

He continued looking up at the stars, and presently
drew from the contemplation of those vast spaces an-
other remark. It was one which had often casually
passed his lips before, but never with the accent of con-
viction. For never before had he believed it. He said
it earnestly, now, in the tone of one who states with
respect a profound and pregnant truth: "Well, it takes
all kinds of people to make a world."

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