face as smooth as a pumpkin. He and papa emerged from the room together,
and I heard papa laugh, and say as they came out:
“Well, I do wonder at a wise man like you. What do you say to hippogriffs and
The doctor was smiling, and made answer, shaking his head—
“Nevertheless life and death are mysterious states, and we know little of the
resources of either.”
And so the walked on, and I heard no more. I did not then know what the doctor
had been broaching, but I think I guess it now.