He taught her the beauties of the bobolink in his later attractive form, the form he assumes when, after having been transformed into a reed bird, he comes back on ice to the region where, in the midsummer, he disported himself, and stirs the heart of the good liver, as in June he did the heart of the poet.

He taught her the difference between Roquefort cheese, that green garden of toothsome fungi, that crumbly, piquant apotheosis of the best that comes from curd, and all other cheeses, and taught, too, the virtues of each in its own way.

She learned the adjuncts of black coffee and hard crackers.

She even learned to criticise a claret, and once, with Harlson, she tested a _pousse cafe_, but only once.

He didn't approve of it, he said, for ladies.