"Not Bonbright Foote VIII, doctor," said Bonbright, as he moved toward his wife and son. "Plain Bonbright Foote. There are no numerals in this family. Everyone who is born into it stands by himself… I'll have no ancestors hanging around my boy's neck…"
"I know it," Ruth whispered in his ear, "but I was a—a teeny bit—afraid. He's OURS—but he's more than that. He's HIS OWN… as God wants every man to be."