Jessica: And you must describe all that happened at the last tourney.
Jane: And what about the ring and the girdle and the circlet and the silver gown?
"I would so like to know," said little Joan, "if Harding and Rosalind lived happily ever after. Please won't you tell us how it all ended?"
"Will women NEVER see what lies under their noses?" groaned Martin. "Will they ALWAYS stare over a wall, and if they're not tall enough to try to stare through it? Will they ONLY know that a thing has come to its end when they see it making a new beginning? Why, after the first kiss all tales start afresh, though they start on the second, which is as different from the first as a garden rose from a wild one. Here have I galloped you to a conclusion, and now you would set me ambling again."
"Then make up your mind to it," said Joscelyn, "and amble."
"Dear heaven!" went on Martin, "I begin to believe that when a woman is being kissed she doesn't even notice it for thinking, How sweet it will be when he kisses me next Tuesday fortnight!"
"Then get on to Tuesday fortnight," scolded Joscelyn, "if that be the end."
"The end indeed!" said Martin. "On Tuesday fortnight, at the very instant, the slippery creature is thinking, How delicious it was when he kissed me two weeks ago last Saturday! There's no end with a woman, either backwards or forwards!"
"For goodness' sake," cried Joscelyn, "stop grumbling and get on with it!"
"There's no end to a man's grumbling either," said Martin; "but I'll get on with it.")