"Her virtue."
"And why did she doubt that?"
"Because she suffered from a dual personality complicated by amnesia."
"Oh, I see," said Gud, "she wanted to know how the other half lived."
"No, no," protested the fossil collector, "she was not a sociologist but one of the minor female poets who specialize in ballads in the romantic manner. See, here is one of her manuscripts that she had translated so that she could take it with her."
"Translated into what?" asked Gud.
"Into spirit language," said the paleontologist, "and if you read it you will see for yourself how very spiritual it is."
Gud took the poem and glanced at the first line. "Pardon me," he said, "but is there a graveyard handy?"
"As you should judge for yourself," replied the paleontologist, "from the number of bones I have been digging up, this place itself was once a graveyard."
"All things that were can be again," said Gud, as he turned back the wheel of time until he came into the graveyard as it was in the days of its prosperity.