‘Rather like a pear, only round.
‘Adam, if you put your foot so—and swing yourself up.
‘Of course the branch will bear you!
‘Oh, Adam, you might!
‘I don’t want to eat it. I only want to know what it is.
‘I do think you might!
‘Don’t then!’
And there the serpent’s bright, unwinking eye catches hers, and the serpent, all unperceived of Adam, whispers in her ear the one adjective adequate to the situation.
And as, from that day to this, young birds have twittered as old birds sing, I shouldn’t be surprised if Laura, in her turn, has had moments—red, secret, shameful, iconoclastic moments when she, too, has rolled the word relishingly over her tongue——
“Stodgy! Stodgy! Stodgy!”