“What of, pray?”
“Yourself.”
“Why?”
“Heavens, child! Just because you are a woman and possess a mind feminine, which is the wonder of wonders since ’tis beyond the understanding of man or woman. As saith the song:
‘The mind of a woman can never be known,
You never can tell it aright.
Shall I tell you the reason?—She knows not her own,
It changes so often ere night.
’Twould puzzle Apollo
Her whimsies to follow,