considering how to make peace. He did it in his own quaint fashion.

'I think we're pretty close to heaven,' he remarked presently, lifting
his soft blue eyes to the clear sky above. 'I wonder if that's the reason
birds in their nests agree? The angels can't like to hear quallering so
close to them.'

'I'm not going to quarrel, and you didn't say that word right'

'What word?'

'Quarrering.' And Nancy's tone was emphatic, though a doubt stole into
her own mind as to whether her pronunciation was correct. But Teddy was
too intent upon pulling something out of his pocket to notice her
correction. He slowly unrolled a large white pocket-handkerchief, tied it
carefully to a twig, which he broke off from an adjoining branch, and
then held it up in front of her.

'I did it myself this morning,' he said with pride. 'I asked Uncle Jake
for one of his best handkerchiefs. He gave it to me last night, and I did
it with a pen and ink before breakfast. Can you read it?

Nancy looked at the straggling, uneven black letters that occupied the
whole width across.

'Love?' she said curiously; 'what does that mean?'

'It's my banner of love that I'm going to carry for my Captain. It means
I've got to love even you.'