"No, indeed, Swayny," returned the other with a laugh. "You may think we talk, you may even hear words from our lips, we might even recite a poem, but that wouldn't be talk—oh, no, indeed. Certainly not."
"It's a queer question for him to ask, eh Swanny?" said the right-hand head.
"Extraordinary, Swayny," said the one on the left. "Might as well ask a locomotive if it smokes."
"Well, I only wanted to know," said Jimmieboy.
"He only wanted to know, Swanny," said Swayny.
"I presume that was why he asked—as though we didn't know that," said Swanny. "He'd ask a pie-man with a tray full of pies, if he had any pies, I believe."
"Yes, or a cat if he could miaou. Queer boy," returned Swayny. And then he added:
"I think a boy, who'd waste his time
In asking questions such as that,
Would ask a man, who dealt in rhyme
If he'd a head inside his hat."
Jimmieboy laughed.
"You know poetry, don't you," he said.