She sighed most dismally and said:
"Poor, old gnome."
"Poor, old gnome," he repeated.
"And then—?" she prompted.
"That's all."
"Isn't there any more?"
"No."
She gazed up at him, disappointedly.
"I don't think that's a very nice story," she declared.
"Don't you?" he said; "I'm sorry, little partner. I didn't mean to tell you that story. I—"