"Exactly. Personally, I deplore such methods."
"Sheep have to be yapped into the fold."
"I wonder if Mr. Hamlin thinks so?"
Thus challenged, Hamlin spoke—tentatively.
"I have never been able to regard men and women as animals. I admit a superficial similarity. Dogs are nearest to us, but what an Atlantic stretches between us and them! Would any training turn a Pekinese into a pointer? Or a pug into a greyhound? But you can train any child, of any nationality, into what you reasonably please, provided always that you are dealing with a sound mind in a sound body. Sheep, under certain conditions, have to be yapped into folds, because they are sheep. The Prussian system yaps men into the ranks. I would sooner try other methods."
The Squire inclined his handsome head.
"Try your own methods, Hamlin, and good luck to you."
He answered quietly: "I shall try them next Sunday."
"You don't say so? From the pulpit?"
"Why not?"