“Oh, I think once will be enough.”
“Once what?” I asked.
“Just once,” said she.
“But, good heavens!” I exclaimed, and I thought of the two-thousandth part of a second—“it must be one of something. Is it seconds or minutes or half-hours or what?”
She burst out laughing.
“I don’t know what it is,” she replied, as if it were the simplest matter in the world, “only Mr. Robinson says my once is as good as his twice.”
“Is it?” said I. “As good as his twice? What a splendid once it must be!”
Now that is what I mean. That is the feminine appreciation of mathematics. I wish I had it. It may not be of much service on the office stool, but in a world of men and women it is invaluable.