How queer that is! Was it your fault, Kenny?
Or was it Brian's ?" "It was my fault," said Kenny and lost his color.

"But I know now that it wasn't the quarrel then that counted.

It was the things that had gone before." "How much you love him!" said Joan gently.
"Yes," said Kenny.

"In this world of hideous complexities and uncertainty and--chains--of that at least I am sure." "That," said Joan, "I like." Mingled inextricably with this new fervor in his soul for truth, was the memory of the inspirational stage mother.

The idle claim bothered him more and more.