He saw it, and laughed.
"There you go! We've made a perfect fetich of loyalty.

It's a different sort of loyalty those forestry fellows have--a more live, more constructive loyalty.

The loyalty that comes, not through form, but through devotion to the work--a common interest in a common cause.

Ours is built on dead things.

Custom, and the caste--I know no other word--just the bull-headed, asinine, undemocratic caste that custom has built up." "And yet--there must be discipline," Katie murmured: it seemed dreadful Wayne should be tearing down their house in that rude fashion, house in which they had dwelt so long, and so comfortably.
"Discipline is one thing.