"No!"
"Well," said Vera Cheswardine, "I say 'novelty.' 'A double event of unique novelty.' That's it."
"I shouldn't go nap on 'novelty,' if I were you," said Tom Swetnam, the expert.
Tom read the thing again.
"Novelty," Vera repeated. "I know it's novelty. I'm always right, aren't I, Stephen?" She looked round. "Ask Stephen."
"You were right last week but one, my child," said Stephen.
"And did you make anything?" Clara demanded eagerly.
"Only fifteen shillings," said Vera discontentedly. "But if Stephen had listened to me we should have made lots."
Albert Benbow's interest in the word was strengthened.
Fearns, leaning carefully back in his chair, asked with fine indifference: "By the way, what is this week's word, Tom? I haven't your secret sources of information. I have to wait for the paper."