CHAPTER IV.
STORIES AND TAILS BY THE SAGE.
“Do you mean to say,” inquired Dick, when the Sage had finished, “that all those last things were prizes; because, if so, there isn’t a single one of them that I should have cared for much, except the Strawberry Jam?”
“That only shows a great want of taste on your part,” said the old Sage, severely. “Isms and Ologies, and things of that sort, are very tasty, when you become used to them.”
“What are Isms and Ologies, if you please, Sir?” asked Marjorie.
“Oh, there are various kinds,” was the reply. “There’s Ge-Ology, for instance, which is lovely spread on bread-and-butter; and Zo-Ology, with Aphor-Ism sauce, is simply delicious.”
“They don’t sound very nice,” said Marjorie, dubiously, making a wry face.
“You don’t know anything at all about it, I’m afraid, my dear,” said the little old man, decidedly. “You would probably prefer dolls and foolishness of that sort!”
“Yes, I think I should,” admitted Marjorie, candidly.
“Do you know everything, please, Mr. Sage?” inquired Fidge, who had been very silent during this conversation, which he had not in the least been able to understand.