"Yes, but they meant nothing to me."
"How large were they, do you remember?" He waved a hand at Mr. Krech's extremities. "Large as those?"
"Oh, my, no," said Miss Ocky, glancing at the objects indicated. "Not nearly as large as those."
"I'd like to interrupt these proceedings," declared Krech in an injured voice, "long enough to remark that any sculptor would tell you they are beautifully proportioned to my size."
"I wasn't criticizing their—architecture," said the lady.
"Second time to-day he's called attention to them!"
"Shameful. What was the first?"
"Oh, that was rather interesting. I'll tell you about it if he'll let me."
"Tell me anyway. He doesn't seem to be paying any attention to us at all. What is he doing?"
"Hush! he's thinking," said the big man vindictively after a brief inspection of his friend. "He always looks like that when he thinks. Scientists aver the eye reflects the mind; note the perfect blankness of his?"