“Ranidae, yes,” I answered. “But from the Stegocephalia; of the order Ecaudata⁠—”

Never such a complete indignation as was in O’Keefe’s voice as he interrupted.

“What do you mean⁠—fossils and Stego whatever it is?” he asked. “She was a girl, a wonder girl⁠—a real girl, and Irish, or I’m not an O’Keefe!”

“We were talking about the frog-woman, Larry,” I said, conciliatingly.

His eyes were wild as he regarded us.

“Say,” he said, “if you two had been in the Garden of Eden when Eve took the apple, you wouldn’t have had time to give her a look for counting the scales on the snake!”

He strode swiftly over to the wall. We followed. Larry paused, stretched his hand up to the flowers on which the tapering fingers of the golden-eyed girl had rested.