in hand, a characteristic thing with him. Willie never left a train of thought half-worked out.
"I meant, ought n't we to try to think well of everyone, as mother did. I'm sure she would want us to, Roy."
Roy looked uncomfortable.
"And it is the most sensible thing, too," Willie went on, "for we have to be with people, whether we like them or not; and it's more disagreeable to be with them if we hate them than if we are fond of them."
Willie's first reason for charitable judgment was better than his last, but his brother was not disposed to yield to either at the moment.
"Of course mother could feel kindly to anyone," he said impatiently, "but we are not good, like her."
"We could be if we tried," said Willie dogmatically.
"Besides," Roy went on, "even she
