said the philosopher. "I will explain to you the theory of winds: it is very interesting."
"Well," said the stranger, "I wish I knew what they are thinking."
"They cannot think," said the philosopher.
"I don't know about that," returned the stranger: and then laying his hand upon a trunk: "I like these people," said he.
"They are not people at all," said the philosopher. "Come along."
Next they came through a meadow where there were cows.
"These are very dirty people," said the stranger.
"They are not people at all," said the philosopher; and he explained what a cow is in scientific words which I have forgotten.
"That is all one to me," said the stranger. "But why do they never look up?"
"Because they are graminivorous," said the philosopher; "and to live upon grass, which is not highly nutritious, requires so close an attention to business that they have no time to think, or speak, or look at the scenery, or keep themselves clean."
