"Good-morning!"
"Yes," said the officer, without looking around.
Sara was a little taken aback, but he looked so conceited, as he stood there coiling and uncoiling his watch-spring tongue, that she suddenly felt herself growing quite provoked.
"That isn't the right answer," she said.
The Butterfly-Officer turned his lazy eyes and looked her over for some time without speaking.
"You said it was a good morning, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"And I agreed, didn't I?"
"Yes," said Sara.
"Well, then," said the Butterfly-Officer, turning away and beginning to coil and uncoil his spring.