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But you will ask, "If that is not the reason why fire burns, what is?" My dear child, I do not know. That is Lady Why's business, who is mistress of Mrs. How, and of you and of me; and, as I think, of all things that you ever saw, or can see, or even dream. And what her reason for making fire burn may be I cannot tell. But I believe on excellent grounds that her reason is a very good one.

Such a question is futile to ask in the physical realm, for here there are no answers to the why's, they are only to be found in the spiritual realm. The physical realm is left only with the how's, and it is those which I am attempting to clarify.

"Too difficult a question." "Why's that? Gruyere or Stilton?" "Gruyere, please." "Better have Stilton." "Stilton. Because, though I don't believe in auras, and think Theosophy's only a halfway-house " " Yet there may be something in it all the same," he concluded, with a frown. "Not even that. It may be halfway in the wrong direction. I can't explain.

Menfolk are like children they'm a pack of worry, but the women can't get along happy wethout en." "Well, at least I haven't any children, Mother Penticost," said Judy, laughing. "Aren't married, are you, my dear? Mr. Ruan ded say 'Miss Parminter' to I when he came about the rooms." "No, I'm not married." "And why's that?" demanded the direct Mrs. Penticost.

It explains the why's and the wherefore's of religious traditions and dogmas. Into detailed discussions concerning the origin of our knowledge they did not as a rule go. These strictly scientific questions did not concern, except in a very general way, the main object of their philosophizing, which was to gain true knowledge of God and his attributes and his relation to man.

Ever notice how the worser a man's lyin' the silenter other men'll get? Why's that, now?" I believe that I made a faint sound to imply that I was following him. "Men don't get took in. But ladies now, they " Here he paused again, and during the next interval of contemplation I sank beyond his reach.

Every day you're longing to go away from here with Arabian; every day he does his level best to get you to go. Yet you don't go. Why's that? You're held back by fear. You're afraid of the fellow, my girl, and it's not a bit of use your denying it. When I see a thing I see it it's there. I don't deal in hallucinations."

"Then you're crazy!" "Sit down, old Baldy. Why's he crazy? That little room-mate of mine is as straight a little girl as " "Why, I tell you he's crazy! That man's the head of a big business. He can't kick up any nonsense like this. Come on, Herm, cut the comedy. It's time we were getting across to our hotel. Look at the crowd thinning, and what's left is getting rough. Come!"

She took off her spectacles and put her work down beside her on the shelf bed. "And here have I and the old lady been saying, 'Why, it may well be they'll let her go free at once. Why, it happens, ducky, they'll even give you a heap of money sometimes, that's sure," the watchman's wife began, in her singing voice: "Yes, we were wondering, 'Why's she so long? And now just see what it is.

My own opinions, that like that celebrated conundrum, "Why's a man in jail like a man out of jail?" there's no answer to it. Upon my soul and body, it's the queerest sort of thing altogether but there's no use in talking about it. Ha! Ha! With which consolatory deduction from the gloomy premises recited, Mr Tigg roused himself by a great effort, and proceeded in his former strain.