Jean—Do not say “poor Didon.”
Angelica—But alas, he suffered and lost his life in the War, and all because of my Prince, my poor little dead lizard. Yes, that was really the cause of the war, wasn’t it? The Blind Alley men taking up my side and the Triangle men and the Great River men on his, and then the fight going on and taking in other Branches besides.
Jean—So we got tired of the lizard-play!
Angelica—We did indeed.
Jean—Yet it was good play while it lasted, wasn’t it?
Angelica—Yes, it was good play while it lasted, but I have noticed that the things we play with get so after awhile that we do not care to play with them anymore. Have you noticed that?
Jean—No, I never did; but then, you are the great noticer.
Angelica—But I think you are!
Jean—Well, out of our lizard-play came the war, which went on——
Angelica—Until the Break!