"How do you know?" I demanded in towering anger.
"Just because!"
"I consider you are very—exceedingly—" I checked the word upon my lips and scowled.
"Well? Very exceedingly—what?" she demanded.
"Never mind!"
"I don't!" she retorted, and flicked Diogenes to speedier gait, for evening was beginning to fall.
CHAPTER XXXI
A VEREKER'S ADVICE TO A VEREKER
Diogenes, perceiving he was permitted to loiter no more, philosophically betook himself to his heels, or rather hoofs, and trotted briskly supper-wards, up hill and down, until suddenly, above the rattle and grind of the wheels, I was aware of a man's voice, peculiarly sonorous and sweet, upraised in joyful singing.
"Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise Him all creatures here below—"