“Oh, well enough of its kind.” She lifted her voice and chanted:—
“He was stubby and square,
But she didn’t much care.
“There’s a verse in return for yours. Mine’s adapted, though. Examination’s over. Wait. Don’t sit down. Now, tell me your opinion of me.”
“Very musical.”
“I’m not musical at all.”
“Oh, I’m considering you as a voice.”
“I’m tired of being just a voice. Look up here. Do,” she pleaded. “Turn upon me those lucent goggles.”
When orbs like thine the soul disclose,
Tee-deedle-deedle-dee.
Don’t be afraid. One brief fleeting glance ere we part.”
“No,” he returned positively. “Once is enough.”