When I was a very small boy I was made to learn by heart certain of the fables of La Fontaine, and the moral of each was carefully explained to me. Among those I learnt was The Ant and the Grasshopper, which is devised to bring home to the young the useful lesson ＿＿（33）＿＿ . In this admirable fable, the ant spends a laborious summer gathering its winter store, ＿＿（34）＿＿ . Winter comes and the ant is comfortably provided for, ＿＿（35）＿＿ : he goes to the ant and begs for a little food. Then the ant gives him her class answer: “What were you doing in the summer time?” “Saving your presence, I sang, I sang all day, all night.” “You sang. Why, then go and dance.” I could not help thinking of this fable when the other day I saw George Ramsay lunching by himself in a restaurant. I never say anyone wear an expression of such deep gloom. He was staring into space. He looked as though the burden of the whole world sat on his shoulders. I was sorry for him: I suspected at once ＿＿（36）＿＿ .