in hot pursuit I followed her."


THE WAYS OF THE FEMALE

"Ah, my son," commented Granny with a smile and a shake of her head as
she drew her pipe from her mouth, "Nar-pim has always been like
that . . . but he was worse in the days of his youth . . . fancy him
taking a little girl to see the love dance . . . the old rabbit!"

"The old rabbit . . . indeed?" Oo-koo-hoo questioned. "Why, it was
just the other way round. It was you who wanted me to take you there;
it was your hypocritical pretence of innocence that made me do it; and
though, as you said, I took your hand, it was you who was always
leading the way."

Then was renewed the ancient and never-settled question as to who was
at fault, the old Adam or the old Eve; but as Granny usually got the
better of it by adding the last word, Oo-koo-hoo turned to me in
disgust and grunted:

"Listen to her . . . why, my son, it has always been the female that
did the courting . . . all down through the Great, Great Long Ago, it
has ever been thus . . . and so it is to-day. Look at the cow of the
moose, the doe of the deer, the she of the lynx, the female of the
wolf, the she of the bear, the goose, the duck, the hen, and the female
of the rabbit. What do they do when they want a mate? . . . They
bellow and run, they meow and bow, they howl and prance, they twitter
and dance . . . just as women have always done. And when the male
comes, what does the female do? She pretends indifference, she feigns