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make a very good lining; even the regular soldiers get candy in their rations now. And they don't have to eat new-laid eggs of mornings! Think of an army having to win a hard-fought battle on soft-boiled eggs! They don't have to do that, do they?"

      "They do not!" said the doctor. "They positively do not! But we won't say anything more about eggs – saccharine or sulphurous. What are you going to do at the party?"

      "I am going to dance."

      "Alone? O dear! All alone? You'd better go skate on the ice! Not all alone?"

      "I should say not! With my girl, of course."

      "That's better, much better. And then what?"

      "I am going to promenade, with my girl on my arm."

      "On both arms, did you say?"

      "No; on one arm."

      "Which?"

      "Either."

      "That sounds natural! (Heart action regular; brain unclouded; temperature normal.) And then? What next?"

      "I'm going to take the darling in to supper."

      "Hold on! Not so fast! Suppose there isn't any supper – for the darling."

      "Don't say that! It would nearly kill me! Don't you suppose there'll be any supper?"

      "I'm afraid there will be. Well, after the darling has had her fatal supper? (Of course you won't want any!) What then?"

      "What else is there to do?"

      "You don't look as innocent as you imagine!"

      "You don't have to confess what you'd like to do, do you? Would you have told your father?"

      "I don't think I would."

      "Then I won't tell you."

      "Then you needn't! I don't wish to know – only it must not be on the cheek! Remember, you are no son of mine if it's on the cheek!"

      "I thought I heard you say that got people into trouble."

      "Maybe I did. I ought to have said it if I didn't; and it seems to be the kind of trouble that you are trying to get into. (Temperature rising but still normal. Respiration deeper. All symptoms favorable. No further bulletins deemed necessary.) Well, then? Where were we?"

      "Anyhow, I've never thought of cheeks when I've thought of that; I thought cheeks were for chewing."

      "Guardian Powers of our erring reason! Where did you get that idea – if sanity can call it an idea?"

      "Watching our cows."

      The doctor laughed till tears ran down his face.

      "You can't learn much about kissing by watching anybody's cows, Governor," he said, wiping the tears away. "Not about human kissing. You must begin to direct your attention to an animal not so meek and drivable. You must learn to consider, my son, that hornless wonder and terror of the world who forever grazes but never ruminates!"

      For years, in talking with a mind too young wholly to understand, he had enjoyed the play of his own mind. He knew only too well that there are few or none with whom a physician may dare have his sportive fling at his fellow-creatures, at life in general. From a listener who never sat in harsh judgment and who would never miscarry his random words, he had upon occasion derived incalculable relief.

      "Anyhow, I have learned that cows have the new American way of chewing; so they never get indigestion, do they?"

      "If they do, they cannot voice their symptoms in my mummied ears," said the doctor, who often seemed to himself to have been listening to hue and cry for medicine since the days of Thotmes. "However, we won't say anything further about that! What else are you going to do over there? This can't possibly be all!"

      "To-night we children are going to sit up until midnight, to see whether the animals bellow and roar and make all kinds of noise on Christmas Eve. We know they don't, but we're going to prove they don't!"

      "Where did you pick up that notion?"

      "Where did you pick it up when you were a boy?"

      "I fail to remember," admitted the doctor with mock dignity, damaged in his logic but recalling the child legend that on the Night of the Nativity universal nature was in sympathy with the miracle. All sentient creatures were wakeful and stirring, and sent forth the chorus of their cries in stables and barns – paying their tribute to the Divine in the Manger and proclaiming their brotherhood with Him who was to bring into the world a new gospel for them also.

      "I don't know where I got that," he repeated. "Well, after the animals bellow and roar and make all kinds of noise, then what?"

      "There isn't but one thing more; but that is best of all!"

      "You don't say! Out with it!"

      "That is our secret."

      The new decision of tone demonstrated that another stage had been reached in their intercourse. The boy had withdrawn his confidence; he had entered the ranks of his own generation and had taken his confidence with him. Personally, also, he had shut the gate of his mind and the gate was guarded by a will; henceforth it was to be opened by permission of the guard. Something in their lives was abruptly ended; the father felt like ending the talk.

      "Very well, then; we won't say anything more about the secret. And now you had better run along."

      "But I don't want to run along just yet. It will be a long time before I see you again; have you thought of that?"

      He reversed his position so as to face the fire; and he crossed his feet out beyond the promontory of the doctor's knees and folded his arms on the rampart of those enfolding arms.

      For a few moments there was intimate silence. Then he inquired: —

      "How old must a boy be to ask a girl?"

      A flame more tender and humorous burned in the doctor's eyes.

      "Ask her what?"

      "Ask her nothing! Ask her!"

      "You mean tell her, don't you? Not ask her, my friend and relative; tell her!"

      "Well, ask her and tell her, too; they go together!"

      "Is it possible! I'm always glad to learn!"

      "Then, how old must he be?"

      "Well, if you stand in need of the opinion of an experienced physician, as soon as he learns to speak would be about the right period! That would be the safest age! The patient would then have leisure to consider his case before being affected by the disease. You could have time to get singed and step away gradually instead of being roasted alive all at once. Does that sound hard?"

      "Not very! Do you love a girl longer if you tell her or if you don't tell her?"

      "I'm afraid nobody has ever tried both ways! Suppose you try both, and let us have the benefit of your experience."

      "Well, then, if you love, do you love forever?"

      The doctor laughed nervously and tightened his arms around the innocent.

      "Nobody has lived forever yet – nobody knows!"

      "But forever while you live – do you love as long as that?"

      "You wouldn't know until you were dead and then it would be too late to report. But aren't you doing a good deal of hard fighting this morning, – on soft-boiled eggs, – though I think the victory is yours, General, the victory is truly and honestly yours!"

      "I can't stop thinking, can I? You don't expect me to stop thinking, do you, when I'm just beginning really to think?"

      "Very well, then, we won't say anything more about thinking."

      "Then do you or don't you?"

      "Now, what are you trying to talk about?" demanded the doctor angrily, and as if on instant guard. A new hatred seemed coming to life in him; there was a burning flash of it in his eyes.

      "Just between ourselves – suppose that when I am a man and after I have been

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