Our hearts can talk our heads down almost any time, and, best all, our hearts are always right despite the statistic that they are mostly wrong." Harley Kennan did not believe, and never did believe, his wife's report of the tales Jerry told.

And through all his days to the last one of them, he considered the whole matter a pleasant fancy, all poesy of sentiment, on Villa's part.
But Jerry, four-legged, smooth-coated, Irish terrier that he was, had the gift of tongues.

If he could not teach languages, at least he could learn languages.

Without effort, and quickly, practically with no teaching, he began picking up the language of the _Ariel_.

Unfortunately, it was not a whiff-whuff, dog-possible language such as Nalasu had invented.