he said. “You know it's the symbol of Christ, of His innocence and sacrifice.”

“Whatever it means, it's a lamb,” she said.

“And I like lambs too much to treat them as if they had to mean something. As for the Christmas-tree flag — no — — ”

And again she poufed with mockery.

“It's because you don't know anything,” he said violently, harshly. “Laugh at what you know, not at what you don't know.”

“What don't I know?”

“What things mean.”

“And what does it mean?”

He was