"Oh-o-o! Well, you have a papa, haven't you? Why doesn't he do something?"
"Father says those who are born here don't know how awful it is to have to choose——" then he stopped.
"Doesn't your father hate Germany?" the little girl asked.
"Why, no," said the boy.
"Does he love America?"
"Yes," said the boy.
"Well! Well!" exclaimed the little girl. Then—"Do you know, Rudolph, I'm sorry for your papa!"
But Rudolph did not answer this time. He merely turned aside till his face was hidden.
Suddenly a remembered something gripped Louise.
"Rudolph," she said, "if you are American, why did you refuse to come under the flag?"