we can see Nobody!” said Maude, more perplexed than she had ever been.
“Exactly, Nobody has a charming memory. Memory, as you know, is the sense you forget with it!”
“Memory,” corrected Willie, “is the sense, if it is a sense, or impression you remember with.”
“Oh, what dreadful Grammar! Remember with! How can you finish a sentence with a preposition? What do you remember with it?” demanded the Zankiwank reprovingly.
“Anything—everything you want to,” replied Willie.
“Another preposition! Ah, if we could only remember as easily as we forget!”
“You are wandering from the subject,” suggested Maude. “The subject is Nobody, and you have told us nothing about it.”
“H’m,” said the Zankiwank. “You have confessed that you can see Nobody, therefore I will request him to sing you a topical song. Now keep your attention earnestly directed towards Nobody and listen.
