Professor. Then I’m not mad after all!
Elfrida. Grandpapa, what’s the matter?
Professor. My dear—you would really like to see that—that thing again?
Elfrida. Why, yes!
Professor. Green, and with horns, and eyes?—Hear it again?
Elfrida. Yes.
Professor. Run after it again?—with a butterfly net?
Elfrida. And catch it? Oh, yes!
Professor. Well, my dear, there’s—there’s no accounting for tastes. But I begin to think that I’m not so mad as I thought I was.
Elfrida. I never thought you were mad, Grandpapa.