“Why, so does everybody with any sense that ever heard him”' said Regie, and in a tone as though there could not be the slightest doubt on that question.
“Oh, Rex! you are a good friend of mine,” laughed Mr. Vale, affectionately, laying his hand over on Regie's knee.
“You love children, don't you, Mr. Vale?” remarked Harry, demurely, as though he had just made the discovery.
“Yes, indeed, Harry, and I hardly see how the old world could get along for a single day without them.”
“I suppose you love 'em all alike, all the little children you know?” Nan said, rather regretfully.
“Do you think I ought to, Nan?”
“No, I guess not. I would like it better if you didn't; if you loved some of your little friends more than others.”
“Why, what difference would it make to you?”
Nan hung her head and looked a little embarrassed.
“I think I know what she means,” Harry said, slowly, who, by a glance toward Mr. Vale, had asked permission to turn the back log, and was at work with the tongs; “I think she means that she'd like to feel sure she was one of those you loved the most. Nan's kind of jealous sometimes.”