“T,” she ended with much emphasis—“R. S. T.”
His expression cleared itself.
“T,” he repeated. “T—Tembarom. R, S, T. How clever you are!”
Little Ann's gaze concentrated itself still more intently.
“Now you'll never forget it again,” she said, “because of the T. You'll say the other letters until you come to it. R, S, T.”
“T. Tembarom,” he ended relievedly. “How you help me!” He took her hand and kissed it very gently.
“We are all going to help you,” Ann soothed him, “T. Tembarom most of all.”
“Say,” Tembarom broke out in an aside to her, “I'm going to come here and try things on him every day. When it seems like he gets on to something, however little a thing it is, I'm going to follow it up and see if it won't get somewhere.”
Ann nodded.
“There'll be something some day,” she said. “Are you quite comfortable here?” she asked aloud to Strangeways.