forward, her face shining and ardent. "Mr. Kinosling, there's a question I do wish to ask you."
"My dear Miss Cosslit," Mr. Kinosling responded, again waving his hand and watching it, "I am entirely at your disposal."
"Was Joan of Arc," she asked fervently "inspired by spirits?"
He smiled indulgently. "Yes—and no," he said. "One must give both answers. One must give the answer, yes; one must give the answer, no."
"Oh, thank you!" said Miss Cosslit, blushing. "She's one of my great enthusiasms, you know."
"And I have a question, too," urged Mrs. Lora Rewbush, after a moment's hasty concentration. "I've never been able to settle it for myself, but now"
"Yes?" said Mr. Kinosling encouragingly.
"Is—ah—is—oh, yes: Is Sanskrit a more difficult language than Spanish, Mr. Kinosling? "
"It depends upon the student," replied the oracle, smiling. "One must not look for linguists every where. In my own especial case—if one may cite one's self as an example—I found no great, no insurmountable difficulty in mastering, in conquering either."
