"And yours?" his brother asked.
"This one of mine—it came from a woman whose heart was smiling so that it shone out through her eyes and lips. She said: 'Keep your rose-colored glasses always at hand, until your thoughts get the habit.'"
"Good!" said his brother. "She, too, loves. We will keep these written upon our memories. We will write them over what we heard the other day. Aloha till tomorrow."
