Never again would the forces Adam had revived sink into the quietude of his first days here at the farm.
"What's what ?" he asked perversely.
"That asinine tune you're whistling ?" "It's a song," said Kenny innocently, "about a wild flower.

And it was very wild.

It had thorns." "I think you lie," said Adam, glaring.

"But as I have no womanish repertoire of songs to prove it, you can whistle it all you want and be damned to you." Kenny at the window availed himself of the privilege.
"What's the name of it ?" snapped Adam after a while, ruffled by his guest's persistence.
"'What shall I do with this silly old man ?'" explained Kenny with a grin.
"You impudent liar!" cried the old man in a high, angry voice.

"Do you ever tell the truth ?" "Almost never," said Kenny.