I judged she meant all
right, but she didn't understand her limitations. Her strong hold was
the majestic. She appeared to have it fixed she wanted to be
kittenish. That was the way it seemed to me. But Kreps studied her
mornings and afternoons and into the night, and day after day it went
on, and she bothered him. Then he saw he was on the wrong tack, and
put his helm about, and he says:
"She is de Ewigweibliche. She is not science. She is boetry. She is
de sharm of everlasting feminine," and he heaved a sigh. I says:
"Ewigweibliche!" I says. "Everlasting feminine! What's the use of
that?"
I took to studying Liebchen too, and it appeared to me Kreps' idea
wasn't useful He was a man to have sentiments naturally. He'd sit out
on the end of a log moonlight nights, with his fat face and
spectacles shining, and Liebchen would muzzle around with a ten-foot
snout like an engine boiler, and a piggy eye; and he'd sing German
lullabies; "Du bist wie eine Blume." I didn't think she was like a
flower. She was more like an oil tank.
So Kreps would sing to her in the moonlight, but Kamelillo didn't
like her. Veronica didn't like her either, and would stand off and
cackle at her pointedly.
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