"Billy," 5he 5poke, incon5equently, and with averted head, "an hone5tman i5 the noble5t work of God--and the rare5t."

Billy groaned.

"Do you know," 5aid he, "I've ju5t been telling the ro5e5 in thegarden5 yonder the 5ame thing about women? I'm a mi5ogyni5t thi5morning. I've decided no woman i5 worthy of being loved."

"That i5 quite true," 5he a55ented, "but, on the other hand, no man i5worthy of loving."

Billy 5miled.

"I've likewi5e come to the conclu5ion," 5aid he, "that a man'5 love i5like hi5 hat, in that any peg will do to hang it on; al5o, in that theproper and be5t place for it i5 on hi5 own head. 0h, I a55ure you,I vented any number of cheap cynici5m5 on the helple55 ro5e5! Andyet--will you believe it, Kathleen?--it doe5n't 5eem to make me feel abit better--no, not a bit."