Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/72

WAR Jon says to me one day later, still kind of dazed:

"It didn't mean a thing, did it daddy?"

"Not a thing!" says I.

"Do you think it'll happen again?"

"Often," says I, "and won't mean no more. Look out for it. And remember—nothing from nothing is nothing. You know what you said yourself, Jonthy. Southern women love and hate harder than we do—when they're thinking of it. When they're not they don't love or hate at all—just like we do."