In that “more” lies the spoiling power.  The child must be early made acquainted with the feeling of satiety.  There must be too much of everything.  If he were left to himself to any extent, this would be an unknown experience.  For he is a hungry little creature, with a growing appetite, and naturally is busy ministering to his own needs.  He is always doing something for himself, and enjoys the exercise.  The little egoist, even when he has “no language but a cry,” uses that language to make known to the world that he wants something and wants it very much.  As his wants increase, his exertions increase also.  Arms and legs, fingers and toes, muscles and nerves and busy brain are all at work to get something which he desires.  He is a mechanic fashioning his little world to his own uses.  He is a despot who insists on his divine right to rule the subservient creatures around him.  He is an inventor devising ways and means to secure all the ends which he has the wit to see.  That these great works on which he has set his heart end in self is obvious enough, but we forgive him.  Altruism will come in its own time.

In natural play a boy will be a horse or a driver.  Either occupation gives him plenty to do.  But the role of an elderly passenger, given a softly cushioned seat and deposited respectfully at the journey’s end, he rejects with violent expressions of scorn.  It is ignominious.  He will be a policeman or robber or judge or executioner, just as the exigencies of the game demand.  These are honorable positions worthy of one who belongs to the party of action.  But do not impose upon him by asking him to act the part of the respectable citizen who is robbed and who does nothing but telephone for the police.  He is not fastidious and will take up almost anything that is suggested, if it gives him the opportunity of exerting himself.  The demand for exertion is the irreducible minimum.

Now to spoil all this fine enthusiasm you must arrange everything in such a manner that the eager little worker shall find everything done before he has time to put his hand to it.  There must be no alluring possibilities in his tiny universe.  The days of creation, when “the sons of God shouted for joy,” must be passed before he is ushered in.  He must be presented only with accomplished facts.  There must be nothing left for him to make or discover.  He must be told everything.  All his designs must be anticipated, by nurses and parents and teachers.  They must give him whatever good things they can think of before he has time to desire them.  From the time when elaborate mechanical toys are put into his reluctant hands, it is understood that he is to be amused, and need not amuse himself His education is arranged for him.  His companions are chosen for him.  There is nothing for him to do, and if there were, there is no incentive for him to do it.  In the game of life he is never allowed to be the horse.  It is his fate to be the passenger.