"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 like 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----"

Ha 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?"

"Sister Loretto says that people only argue when they like each other.
Otherwise they wouldn't want to convince."

"Do you quarrel with Sister Loretto?"

"Of course not. Nuns don't. But she writes notes when she doesn't
agree with me--little sermons--and pins them on my pillow. She's a
great dear. She hates to have me leave the school. She has the
feeling that the world is a dark forest, and that I am Red Riding Hood,
and that the Wolf will get me."


II