I'm telling you. Haven't
you known me long enough to accept whatever I say as a fact, and to
accept it at once and without question? Not to do so is an insult to me
and to the truth. Now say over slowly with me: 'The basis of music is
mathematics.'"
They said slowly together:
"The basis of music is mathematics."
"Now I accept your apologies," said Warner loftily.
Pennington laughed.
"You're a queer fellow, George," he said. "When this war is over and I
receive my general's uniform I'm coming up into the Vermont mountains and
look your people over. Will it be safe?"
"Of course, if you learn to read and write by then, and don't come
wearing your buffalo robe. We're strong on education and manners."
"Why, George," said Pennington in the same light tone, "I could read when
I was two years old, and, as for writing, I wrote a lot of text-books for
the Vermont schools before I came to the war."
"Shut up, you two," said Dick. "Don't you know that this is a war and
not a talking match?"
"It's not a war just now, or at least there are a few moments between
battles," retorted Warner, "and the best way I can use them is in
instructing our ignorant young friend from Nebraska.
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