"I been think—typewutta—has, oh, many many many many thing. Oh many many many many." "Many keys. I see."
"No-o? Yes-key! Many many many many lettah. Like so a-b-c."
"Yes, you're right."
"Wait. I tell." He screwed his face up in a tremendous effort to express himself: "I been think—many words—end same. Like i-n-g."
"You bet. A whole raft of them."
"So—I make—typewutta—quick. Not so many lettah—"
"That's a great idea, Tana. Save time. You'll make a fortune. Press one key and there's 'ing.' Hope you work it out."
Tana laughed disparagingly. "Wait. I tell—" "Where's Mrs. Patch?"
"She out. Wait, I tell—" Again he screwed up his face for action. "My typewutta——"
"Where is she?"