When a member of the Governor's Footguards of Connecticut was parading with the company, his son stood at the gate with his mother, and as they flashed by in their splatterdash finery, he said: Oh, ma, ain't they grand; and see, everybody is out of step but father.

He sat down for a moment, even before he dusted his ungoverned floury hands.

Well, that's because he daren't trust you. But in his heart he is not a loyal brother. We know that well. So we watch him and we wait for the time to admonish him.

We trust we have a good conscience.