"Perhaps Nature protected children from the danger of imitating by not making it their duty to imitate. And perhaps, as all parents are imperfect human beings, she may have thought it simple justice to children to confer upon them the right to be disobedient. At least, if there is an instinct to obey, it is backed up with an equal instinct not to obey; and the two seem to have been left to fight it out between themselves; and that perhaps is the great battle-field where incessant fighting goes on between parents and children. And at least disobedience has been of equal value with obedience in the making of human history, in the development of the race. For if children had simply obeyed their parents, if the young had been born merely to ape the old, there never would have been any human young and old. We should all still be apes, even if we had developed as far as that. You two ladies--of course with greatly modified features--might be throwing cocoanuts at each other on the tops of two rival palm-trees. Or--as the dutiful daughters of dutiful mothers--you might be taking afternoon naps in an oasis of dates--all because of that instinct of maternal imitation!" He hurried out to the hat-rack, making his retreat at the top of his own high spirits, they following; and with one glove on he held out his hand to the mother of the sick boy:-- "I'll come in the morning to see how he is--and to see how his mother is. Now shake hands and say I have been a good doctor to you both." The mother's reply showed that bitterness rankled in her, as she yielded her hand coldly:-- "Even if you have tried to destroy for me the intimate sacred bond between a mother and her child, I don't think you will be able to deny that my boy is a healthy and happy child because he is a child of a perfect marriage!" And she looked with secret and shaded import at the other mother. As the doctor drove out of the yard her last words lingered--_the healthy children of a perfect marriage_. And the look the two mothers had exchanged! It was as though each had a sword in her eye and touched him with the point of it--hinting that he merited being run through. How often during these years he had encountered that same look from other mothers of the neighborhood! "But if a wound like that could have been fatal," he reflected, "if a wound like that could have finished me, I should not have been here to save the life of her boy; he would have been dead this morning." Then his mind under the rigor of long training passed to happier subjects. His success in the case of this child was one more triumph in his long list; it renewed his grip on power within him. * * * * *