" Mr. J.L.B Matekoni," she asked, " do you think that our souls grow as we get older?" He did not answer immediately, but when he did, she thought his answer quite perfect. " Yes," he said. " Our souls get wider. They grow like the branches of a tree--growing outwards. And more birds come and make their homes in these branches. And sing a bit more." He stopped and looked a little awkward. " I'm talking nonsense, Mma." " You're not," she said. "