"Try to think of it, dearie." "Can't think of it now.

Shall I ask him again ?" "Certainly not! How preposterous! As if it made the slightest difference in the world!" But it made difference enough for Aunt Kate to ask a moment later: "And how did it happen, Worthie, that this kindly philosopher should have deemed me worth knowing ?" "Oh, I don't know.

'Cause he liked the puppies' names, I guess.

I told him how their mother was just Queen, but how they was Pourquoi and N'est-ce-pas--a 'quirer and 'versalist and so then he said: 'And which is Aunt Kate ?'" "Which is Aunt _Kate?
What_ did he mean ?" "'Is she content to be just Queen,' he said, 'or is she'-- there was a lot of long words, you wouldn't understand them, Aunt Kate--I didn't either--'does she show a puppyish tendon'-- tendon something--'to butt into the universe ?'" Suddenly Aunt Kate's face grew pink and she sat straight.

"Worth, was this one of the men ?" "Oh no, Aunt Kate.