It was now my turn to ejaculate "Good heavens!" We both shook and trembled together.
I said: "You gave me your hand, and all came straight at once. My old school rose in place of the jail."
She. "With a yellow omnibus? And boys going off to their première communion?"
I. "Yes; and there was a crowd—le Père et la Mère François, and Madame Liard, the grocer's wife, and—and Mimsey Seraskier, with her cropped head. And an organ was playing a tune I knew quite well, but cannot now recall." …
She. "Wasn't it 'Maman, les p'tits bateaux?'"
I. Oh, of course!
"'Maman, les p'tits bateaux Qui vont sur l'eau, Ont-ils des jambes?'"
She. "That's it!"
"'Eh oui, petit bêta! S'ils n'avaient pas Ils n'march'raient pas!'"
She sank back in her chair, pale and prostrate. After a while—