"Why, because but yesterday you scarce wanted to have me speak to her. You
tried to keep your jealousy from me, but there was not room enough in all
the moon to hide it."

"This is very laughable," I exclaimed.

"You did not think so then. But let me try to bring it all back to you by
another question. Don't you remember her voice?"

"Most truly I do not. Why, what was the matter with her voice? Was it loud
and harsh, or was it squeaky? I cannot imagine anything very pleasant in
the way of a voice in such a wild and withered home as the moon would
make."

"True," answered the doctor, "as to the outside, but you forget our visit
to the interior."

"There it is again," said I. "Now, Doctor, the sooner you get rid of these
strange notions the better So tell me your recollections of our stay in
the moon, and I will let you know where you are wrong."

"Very well. You remember, of course, when we found ourselves rushing away
from the earth so swiftly."

"Yes, and then we remained shut up in the car day after day, more dead
than alive I think, until, fortunately, we were spilled out upon this more
favored globe."

"You seem to be sincere," said the doctor, "but if you are, then you