A—Oh, I've forgotten my friend. Won't you have something? You must join us.
B—Sure, bring me a dish of ham and eggs.
Again blows were struck and again A inquired ferociously as to the cause of the slip-up.
A—What made you say, "Bring me a dish of ham and eggs?"
B—Well, why did you go and coax me?
Earlier in the evening we had observed that other blows were struck and there must have been further dialogue to go with them, but we could not wait for it to arrive. We rather hoped that the jokes would follow us home, but they must have become lost on the way.
Perhaps you don't think there was much sense to this talk anyway.
Maybe the real gods on high Olympus feel the same way about us when our words limp home.
VI
CHIVALRY IS BORN
Every now and then we hear parents commenting on the fearful things which motion pictures may do to the minds of children. They seem to think that a little child is full of sweetness and of light. We had the same notion until we had a chance to listen intently to the prattle of a three-year-old. Now we know that no picture can possibly outdo him in his own fictionized frightfulness.