Here was rather a new religion to Kendall, but, somehow, it did not seem absurd, nor did her utterance of it touch upon the sacrilegious. She made the statement simply, out of her heart, with simple belief.... He turned to Andree.
“Is that what you think?” he asked.
“Of a certainty—or why did the good God create men and women and love?... I theenk God is happy when He sees a yo’ng man and a yo’ng girl who love each other much.”
“Some philosophy!” said Bert. “I’m for it.”
“But the love—it ees nécessaire....”
“By Jove!...” Kendall exclaimed. “My dear, you’re a nice child.... Bert, she’s good! Get that? Good!... Maybe she’s right, and we’re all wrong.... Morals are a devil of a mix-up. They’re beyond me.... But I know this, and nobody can argue me out of it—these girls are good.”
He spoke in English and rapidly. Neither girl could follow him.
Bert laughed. “You take it mighty seriously. What’s the matter with you, anyhow?”
“Nothing’s the matter.... But a fellow can think. It’s a big question. We’ve been taught one way—these girls have been taught, or have learned and seen, another way.... Who is right and who is wrong?...”
“Fiddlesticks!” said Bert. “Why worry about it? We’re having the time of our young lives.”