Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/314

WAR weather is over! And so, daddy, dear, for fear that you'll forget that I was a sunbeam once, I am going to do just one good thing—the only good thing I have ever done—the best thing I have ever done, the first best thing, a thing you won't forget! Did you ever think that I could make a sacrifice, daddy? Me, Dave?"

"Well, Davy," says I, "you've had about everything you asked for, and you haven't paid heavy for it. I suppose it's our fault—the way we brought you up. But, I like it that way and I'm willing to go on."

"I never did yet! I've never given anything up! Maybe I can't. It's a fearful thing to learn!" he sort of whispers to himself. "But it must—it must be rain with sunshine! Tears with smiles. Things won't grow else!"

"What does tears make grow, I'd like to know?" I asks.

"Ah, daddy! What do tears make grow? Ask me when you see me again and I can tell you that—to the last terrible item! And 298