"
Upon further reflection, she reminded herself that he hadn't disclosed,
in anything he had said, the fact that his head contained thoughts or
information of more than ordinary value. He had merely created that
impression. Even his discussion of the Japanese problem had been
cursory, and, as she mentally back-tracked on their conversation, the
only striking remark of his which she recalled was his whimsical
assurance that he knew why young turkeys are hard to raise in the fall.
She smiled to herself.
"Well, Kay, did you find him pleasant company?"
She looked up and discovered her father slipping into the chair so
lately vacated by the object of her thoughts.
"'Lo, pop! You mean the ex-soldier?" He nodded. "Queerest man I've
ever met. But he is pleasant company."
"I thought so. Tell me, daughter: What you were smiling about just
now."
"He said he knew why young turkeys are hard to raise in the fall."
"Why are they?"
"I don't know, dear. He didn't tell me. Can you?"
"The problem is quite beyond me, Kay." He unfolded his napkin.
"Splendid-looking young chap, that! Struck me he ought to have more in
his head than frivolous talk about the difficulty of rearing young
turkeys."
"I think he has a great deal more in his head than that. In fact, I do
not understand why he should have mentioned young turkeys at all,
because he's a cattleman.
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