"Besides," said the Critic, "you would not understand. You are too young."
"Well, I like your cheek."
"After all," said the Journalist, "it is only another phase of the Dear Little Josephine, and I still think that is the banner story."
"Me, too," said the Doctor, as we went into the house.
And I thought to myself, "I can tell a third phase—the tragic—when my turn comes," and I was the only one who knew that my story would come last.