"That's right. I hadn't thought of it. Well, are you ready?"
QUITE.
"Good. I've got a lot of ideas, too." I hunched over the machine, beginning to enjoy this immensely now. I suddenly remembered that the paper already had writing on it, so I put in a clean sheet and said. "Let's see now, where should I begin?" I thought for a few moments, and then leaned over eagerly. I knew just what I wanted to type. It began with: The day was crisp and clear, with the promise....
I poised my fingers over the keys and smiled happily. Still smiling, I started to type.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
"Oh!" I exclaimed. I stopped typing abruptly.
what is it now. and please lock the shift.
"Sorry," I mumbled. I locked the shift key.
WELL, WHAT IS IT?