“Yes.”
“Or from a drawing of it”
“Yes; perhaps even if you described it to me.”
A half-confidential, half-fraternal silence followed.
“I tell you what. I've got a book—”
“I know it,” interrupted Teresa; “full of these things.”
“Yes. Do you think you could—”
“Of course I could,” broke in Teresa, again.
“But you don't know what I mean,” said the imperturbable Low.
“Certainly I do. Why, find 'em, and preserve all the different ones for you to write under—that's it, isn't it?”