“Oh, yes! The Banquet comes first, of course. People never enjoy Abstract Science, you know, when they're ravenous with hunger. And then there's the Fancy-Dress-Ball. Oh, there'll be lots of entertainment!”
“Where will the Ball come in?” said the Other Professor.
“I think it had better come at the beginning of the Banquet—it brings people together so nicely, you know.”
“Yes, that's the right order. First the Meeting: then the Eating: then the Treating—for I'm sure any Lecture you give us will be a treat!” said the Other Professor, who had been standing with his back to us all this time, occupying himself in taking the books out, one by one, and turning them upside-down. An easel, with a black board on it, stood near him: and, every time that he turned a book upside-down, he made a mark on the board with a piece of chalk.
“And as to the 'Pig-Tale'—which you have so kindly promised to give us—” the Professor went on, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. “I think that had better come at the end of the Banquet: then people can listen to it quietly.”
“Shall I sing it?” the Other Professor asked, with a smile of delight.
“If you can,” the Professor replied, cautiously.
“Let me try,” said the Other Professor, seating himself at the pianoforte. “For the sake of argument, let us assume that it begins on A flat.” And he struck the note in question. “La, la, la! I think that's within an octave of it.” He struck the note again, and appealed to Bruno, who was standing at his side. “Did I sing it like that, my child?”
“No, oo didn't,” Bruno replied with great decision. “It were more like a duck.”
“Single notes are apt to have that effect,” the Other Professor said with a sigh. “Let me try a whole verse,