At last he expressed his wonder.

"What nonsense!" she exclaimed.

"You don't remember the little I did write you.

As I said before, did you not at my request--very kindly and liberally, too, Graydon--send me books about the places you expected to see?
A child could have read them and so have gained the information that surprises you." They talked on, one thing leading to another, until he had a conscious glow of mental excitement.

She knew so much that he knew, only in a different way, and her thoughts came rippling forth in piquant, musical words.