of us who wouldn't go through it again in the same cause."

There was no swagger in his statement, just simple earnestness. The
room was very still for a moment.

Then Becky said, "Well, it's awfully nice to have you home again," and
Randy, looking down at the little hand on his arm, had to hold on to
himself not to put his own over it.

But she was too dear and precious----! So he just said, gently, "And
I'm glad to be at home, my dear," and they walked to the window
together, and stood looking out at the moon. Behind them the old eagle
watched with outstretched wings, the great free bird which we stamp on
American silver, backed with "In God We Trust." It is not a bad
combination, and things in this country might, perhaps, have been less
chaotic if we had taught new-comers 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."