Adelaide and I have come to the conclusion that if you can't believe anything at all, not even the things that are as plain as the nose on your face-if you can't enjoy what is put here to be enjoyed-if you are going to turn up your nose at everything we tell you, and deny things that we know to be truly-ann-true, just because we haven't given you the cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die sign-then it's your own fault if we don't reply when you try to give the wipple-wappling call. And more than that, if you know so much that you don't know anything, or less than anything, you will have to go somewhere else to be amused and entertained; you will have to find other play-fellows.