taught newcomers to link love of God with love of liberty.

"Mr. Dalton is coming to see the birds," said Becky, and in a moment she
had spoiled everything for Randy.

"Is that why you put on your blue dress?"

She was honest. "I am not sure. Perhaps."

"Yet you thought the old white one was good enough for me."

"Well, don't you like me just as well in my old white as in this?"

"Yes, of course."

"Well, then," Becky was triumphant, "why should I bother to change for
you, Randy, when you like me just as well in anything?"

The argument was unanswerable, but Randy was not satisfied. "It is a
mistake," he said, "not to be as nice to old friends as new ones."

"But I am nice. You said so yourself this afternoon. That I was sugar
and spice and everything--nice----"

He laughed. "You are, of course. And I didn't come all the way from
France to quarrel with you----"

"We've always quarreled, Randy."

"I wonder why?"