She also believed in a host of other simple things, such as Goodness and Truth, Virtue and Patriotism.

The arguments and theories and glosses that her father and Randall wove about them appeared to her candid mind as meaningless arabesques.

She could not see how all the complications concerning the elementary canons of faith and conduct could arise.

She appreciated Randall's intellectual gifts; his power of weaving magical words into rhyme fascinated her; she was childlike in her wonder at his command of the printed page; when he revealed to her the beauty of things, as the rogue had a pretty knack of doing, her nature thrilled responsive.

He gave her a thousand glimpses into a new world, and she loved him for it.