Don't you?"

"Don't I what, exactly? Boss the show? Well, I don't think we have any
'show,' and I don't believe we have any 'boss.' Dad and I just talk
things over, you see."

"But," she insisted, "some one in the last analysis must decide. Your
menage, no matter how simple, must have a head. It is a law of the
universe itself, and it is the law of mankind. You see, I have done some
political economy."

"And yet," said the young man, "you say you run your own show?"

"Exactly. Every social organism must have a head, but every individual
in the organism must live its own free life. That is true democracy. But
of course you don't understand democracy, you Canadians."

"Aha! There you are! You Americans are the most insular of all the great
peoples of the world. You know nothing of other people. You know only
your own history and not even that correctly, your own geography, and
your own political science. You know nothing of Canada. You don't
know, for instance, that the purest form of democracy on this American
continent lies outside the bounds of the U. S. A."

"In Canada?" she asked scornfully. "By the way, how many Canadians are
there?"

"Yes, I know. We are a small people," he said quietly, "but no more real
democracy exists anywhere in the world than in this country of mine. We
are a small people, but," he said, with a sweep of his hand toward the