"That's because he doesn't understand them, and——"
"Wait a minute. Just what do you mean by understand them? They speak
English, I suppose."
"How dense you are! There is much beside language of words to be understood by kindred——"
"Don't you dare say souls!"
"I will,—I do say souls! That's what has no meaning for you!"
"Go on, Posy Face! You're pretty stunning when you get really stirred up!"
Farnsworth's face broke into a broad smile, and Patty was so amazed at his sudden change of manner that it irritated her.
"Oh, I am, am I! Well, other people have thought so, too. To the extent of putting it into poetry—real poetry!"
"Such as what?"
Farnsworth was so cynical of tone, that Patty broke her pledge of secrecy to the small extent of quoting a few words from the poem Blaney had given her.