"No."
"Then how comes it that you are so well informed?"
"Happily for me, I ran across Aunt Love."
"Oh, that explains her prolonged absence perhaps. Usually it is hard for us to persuade her to spend a whole day down here. We must hurry a little, I think." Clover laughed. "Hurrying is the normal condition of people who try to keep appointments at the Fair."
They threaded their way amid groups and figures in plaster and marble, and emerged from the southern entrance.
"What I started to speak of when I first met you was the contrast of a man's and woman's way of approaching that bronze," said Page. "I went up to it and especially noticed the muscles and veins of the man's hand and the truthful way the fingers sink into the flesh of the baby it supports. You approached it and took hold of the baby's hand and patted his leg. Now why didn't I want to pat that little fellow's fat leg?"
"I give it up," laughed Clover. "I can only say you had very poor taste."
"No, there is a deep reason for the difference. Of course it is a woman's nature to pet a baby."
"What a deep discovery! I congratulate you on the result of your explorations. Do you think you shall write a book about it?"
"I amuse you, Mrs. Van Tassel."