Then one day, after he had sat for a long, long time thinking, he got up and exclaimed: “At last, at last I have it! I’m sure I have it, this time. Yes, I’m sure.”
And those who heard the queer little old man said: “Just as we told you. Poor fellow, he’s out of his head! Some of the wheels up here have gotten badly out of order.” And they pointed to their foreheads.
But the old man heard them not. Or if he heard he lost no sleep on account of what they said.
