She evidently considered me some superior being, from some superior race; and although my broken and faulty way of speaking the language was something of a trial, still she seemed to consider every word I uttered as a maxim of the highest wisdom.

The tritest of truths, the commonest of platitudes, the most familiar of proverbs or old saws current among us were eagerly seized by Layelah, and accepted as truths almost divine--as new doctrines for the guidance of the human race.

These she would discuss with me; she would put them into better and more striking language, and ask for my opinion.

Then she would write them down.
For the Kosekin knew the art of writing.

They had an alphabet of their own, which was at once simple and very scientific.