WAR
"No, she didn't do that," I said. "I was there!"
"Daddy, dear, I mean," laughs nice old Jon, "that, there, like Christian, in Pilgrim's Progress, which I am sure you know, she laid down all her burdens and was at rest. Do you understand now?"
"Yes," I says to my son, "I understand what you mean—though it didn't happen; and thank you, Jonthy, for having such beautiful thoughts about Dave and Evelyn, true or false, after the way they treat you."
"Ah, the way they treat me! If they didn't do that, it would not be the wonderful thing it is. The way they treat me! Why, daddy, that is the thing which makes me most glad! That is the proof that it is wonderful. Have you never experienced the heavenly sensation of giving up for another—yes, for another you love more than yourself?"
"Jonthy," says I, "here you go out of my sight and hearing again. Return. If you
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