Hephzy nodded. “We're all quahaugs,” she declared. “Most of us, anyhow. That's the trouble with all the folks of all the nations; they stay in their shells and they don't try to know and understand their neighbors. Kent, you used to be a quahaug--a different kind of one--but that kind, too. I was a quahaug afore I lived in Mayberry. That's who makes wars like this dreadful one--quahaugs. We know better now--you and Frances and I. We've found out that, down underneath, there's precious little difference. Humans are humans.” She paused and then, as a final summing up, added: “I guess that's it: American or German or French or anything--nice folks are nice folks anywhere.” THE END