'How do I know
what's the matter with the bird?' answered the farmer. 'What I tell
you is that it ain't worth a sovereign--'tain' t worth a half a
sovereign!' 'Why not?' persisted the dealer; 'it talks all right,
don't it?' 'Talks!' retorted the indignant farmer, 'the damn thing
talks all day, but it never says anything funny!'"
"A friend of mine," said the Philosopher, "once had a parrot--"
"Won't you come into the garden?" said the Woman of the World,
rising and leading the way.
CHAPTER V
"Myself," said the Minor Poet, "I read the book with the most
intense enjoyment. I found it inspiring--so inspiring, I fear I did
not give it sufficient attention. I must read it again."
"I understand you," said the Philosopher. "A book that really
interests us makes us forget that we are reading. Just as the most
delightful conversation is when nobody in particular appears to be
talking."
"Do you remember meeting that Russian man George brought down here
about three months ago?" asked the Woman of the World, turning to
the Minor Poet. "I forget his name. As a matter of fact, I never
knew it.
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