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           Burnehadgoneintothebiologyofthis,andthen:

           "Ofcoursehealthcounts—ahealthymanhastwicethechanceofbeinggood,"hesaid.

           "Idon’tagreewithyou—Idon’tbelievein’muscularChristianity.’"

           "Ido—IbelieveChristhadgreatphysicalvigor."

           "Oh,no,"Amoryprotested."Heworkedtoohardforthat.Iimaginethatwhenhediedhewasabroken-downman—andthegreatsaintshaven’tbeenstrong."

           "Halfofthemhave."

           "Well,evengrantingthat,Idon’tthinkhealthhasanythingtodowithgoodness;ofcourse,it’svaluabletoagreatsainttobeabletostandenormousstrains,butthisfadofpopularpreachersrisingontheirtoesinsimulatedvirility,bellowingthatcalisthenicswillsavetheworld—no,Burne,Ican’tgothat."

           "Well,let’swaiveit—wewon’tgetanywhere,andbesidesIhaven’tquitemadeupmymindaboutitmyself.Now,here’ssomethingIdoknow—personalappearancehasalottodowithit."

           "Coloring?"Amoryaskedeagerly.

           "Yes."

           "That’swhatTomandIfigured,"Amoryagreed."Wetooktheyear-booksforthelasttenyearsandlookedatthepicturesoftheseniorcouncil.Iknowyoudon’tthinkmuchofthataugustbody,butitdoesrepresentsuccesshereinageneralway.Well,Isupposeonlyaboutthirty-fivepercentofeveryclasshereareblonds,arereallylight—yettwo-thirdsofeveryseniorcouncilarelight.