Shall man ever understand them?
I have seen babies (not many, I am glad to say) crow with delight at having their toes pulled, with a "this little pig went to market," and so forth; Judith almost crowed at having the weeks told off on her fingers.

Queer! An hour was taken up with the account of her doings in Paris.

She had met all the nicest and naughtiest people.

She had been courted and flattered.

An artist in a slouch hat, baggy corduroy breeches, floppy tie and general 1830 misfit had made love to her on the top of the Eiffel Tower.
"And he said," laughed Judith, "'_Partons ensemble.