“I admit,” said I, “that I am a good deal perplexed over the contradictions of the human mind.”
“Oh, is that all?” he replied dryly. “I supposed it was worse. Narrower, I mean. Didn't know you ever bothered yourself with abstract philosophy.”
“See here, Farrar,” said I, “what is your opinion of Miss Thorn?”
He stopped kicking his feet against the pile and looked up.
“Miss Thorn?”
“Yes, Miss Thorn,” I repeated with emphasis. I knew he had in mind that abominable twaddle about the canoe excursions.
“Why, to tell the truth,” said he, “I never had any opinion of Miss Thorn.”
“You mean you never formed any, I suppose,” I returned with some tartness.
“Yes, that is it. How darned precise you are getting, Crocker! One would think you were going to write a rhetoric. What put Miss Thorn into your head?”
“I have been coaching beside her this afternoon.”