They were simply annoyed that their amusing play had been interrupted, and did not believe a word of what their mother was saying.

They could not believe it indeed, for they could not take in the immensity of all they habitually enjoyed, and so could not conceive that what they were destroying was the very thing they lived by.

"That all comes of itself," they thought, "and there's nothing interesting or important about it because it has always been so, and always will be so.

And it's all always the same.

We've no need to think about that, it's all ready.