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Hearing a common fraction behind her, Polly rotated and saw Curly approaching her with his power series expanding. She could see by his degenerate conic that he was up to no good. "What a symmetric little polynomial you are," he said. "I can see that your angles have lots of secs." "Oh sir," she protested, "keep away from me. I haven't got my brackets on." "Calm yourself, my dear", said our suave operator. "Your fears are purely imaginary." "I, i," she thought. "Perhaps he's homogeneous." "What order are you?" the brute demanded. "Seventeen," replied Polly. "I suppose you've never been operated on?" "Of course not," Polly cried indignantly. "I'm absolutely convergent." "Come, come," said Curly. "Let's go off to a decimal place, and I'll take you to the limit!" "Never!" gasped Polly. "Abscissa!" he swore, using the vilest oath he knew. His patience was gone. Coshing her over the head with a log until she was powerless, Curly removed her discontinuities. He stared at her significant places and began smoothing her points of inflection. Poor Polly. She felt his hand tending to her asymptotic limit. Her convergence would soon be gone forever.