"My hat!" exclaimed the irrepressible boy; "if a fellow will say that he'll say anything!"
"I will say anything," I replied, "often I do, provided, of course, that anything is true."
"Or that you think it true," amended Arthur.
"Which comes to the same thing, as far as I am concerned," I added.
"I do not agree with you in that," said Annabel; "thinking things are so, doesn't make them so."
"Morally speaking it does," I argued. "If I think it is wrong to eat meat on a Friday, it is wrong of me to eat it; and if I think it is wrong to play games on a Sunday, it is wrong of me to play them."
"Not at all," retorted Annabel; "the cases are absolutely different. It is wrong to play games on a Sunday, and would be just as wrong for you as for anybody else. But as to there being anything wrong in eating meat on a Friday, the idea is absolutely absurd, and nothing that you could think about it would make it an atom less ridiculous."
"Annabel, you are simply priceless!" I exclaimed.
"I see no pricelessness in that," replied my sister; "I'm only talking common sense."
"Not common, Annabel; far from common; sense as rare as it is priceless!"