HERE IS W. R. BION writing:

In a sunny room I showed my father a vase of some yellow flowers for him to admire the skill with which I had arranged them.

'Yes', he said, 'very good.'

'But do look Daddy.'

'I am; it's lovely.'

Still I was not satisfied. 'It's very pretty, isn't it?'

'Yes, ' he said, 'it is.'

'I'm not lying Daddy. I did it all myself.'

That stopped him in his tracks. He was upset.

'Why did you say that?'