Dr. Denton looked at me keenly.
"Lucky book!" he said lightly, while Mr. Penny added almost under his breath,
"Lucky author!"
He has nice, doggie, brown eyes, and very fair hair. I smiled into the former and longed to stroke the latter; it was so very smooth and shining.
"Won't you tell me about your own work?" I asked, beguilingly.
"Yes, do," urged Dr. Denton politely.
The Unknown blushed some more.
"I—I—" he began somewhat wildly, "please, let's not. I'm very new at the game, and...."
His voice trailed off, and he sat hunched up in his chair, looking at me most pitifully. I was honestly sorry for him, although not a little intrigued; and most inexplicably suspicious.
"Here's Wiggles," I said, "let's talk about him. Isn't he a duck?"