"
Parker chuckled at this outburst and Kay prodded him with her elbow--a
warning prod. The conversation languished immediately. Don Mike sat
staring out upon the little green farms and the little brown men and
women who toiled on them.
"Angry, Don Mike?" the girl asked presently. He bent upon her a glance
of infinite sadness.
"No, my dear girl, just feeling a little depressed. It's hard for a
man who loves his country so well that he would gladly die a thousand
dreadful deaths for it, to have to fight the disloyal thought that
perhaps, after all, it isn't really worth fighting for and dying for.
If we only had the courage and the foresight and the firmness of the
Australians and New Zealanders! Why, Kay, those sane people will not
even permit an Indian prince--a British subject, forsooth--to enter
their country except under bond and then for six months only. When the
six months have expired--_heraus mit em_! You couldn't find a Jap in
Australia, with a search warrant. But do you hear any Japanese threats
of war against Australia for this alleged insult to her national honor?
You do not. They save that bunkum for pussy-footing, peace-loving,
backward-looking, dollar-worshiping Americans. As a nation we do not
wish to be awakened from our complacency, and the old theory that a
prophet is without honor in his own country is a true one. So perhaps
it would be well if we discuss something else--luncheon, for instance.
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