"Mr. Crocker," said the god, laying his hand on the bundle of papers still tied up in a lump. Then he paused and blew the wrath out of his nostrils.
"Sir Boreas, no one can be more sorry for an accident than I am for that."
"An accident!"
"Well, Sir Boreas; I am afraid I shall not make you understand it all."
"I don't think you will."
"The first paper I did tear up by accident, thinking it was something done with."
"Then you thought you might as well send the others after it."
"One or two were torn by accident. Then—"
"Well!"
"I hope you'll look it over this time, Sir Boreas."