some difficulty over it.
"Billy," she spoke, inconsequently, and with averted head, "an honest
man is the noblest work of God--and the rarest."
Billy groaned.
"Do you know," said he, "I've just been telling the roses in the
gardens yonder the same thing about women? I'm a misogynist this
morning. I've decided no woman is worthy of being loved."
"That is quite true," she assented, "but, on the other hand, no man is
worthy of loving."
Billy smiled.