A universal shout, that made the woods ring, now compelled attention.
“Good afternoon, boys.”
“Good afternoon, sir.”
“This afternoon is so delightful, the place so quiet and conducive to reverie, I have insensibly fallen into reflection respecting a subject that has often been a matter of thought, and as often caused perplexity.”
“What may that be, sir?”
“Whether Vulcan didn’t dull his axe when he split Jupiter’s head open.”
“We have a matter that has caused us no little perplexity we want to know where you keep that boat, and we’re not going to leave till we do know.”
“I am glad to see young people, the strength of the country, have wants; wants are the foundation of all progress, both in science and the arts.”
“How so, Mr. K?”