“I know that’s e, sir.”
“Yes; go on.”
“And that’s h, and that o, and u—m—a—r—i—s—o—n—t,” I said, touching the boxes in turn.
“Good, very good,” he said, “and what is that?”
“That, sir?—d.”
“No, it is p. And that?”
“Oh, that is b.”
“No, it is q. Now you know the meaning of mind your p’s and q’s. You must learn the difference, and try to recollect this; all the letters, you see, are reversed, like a seal.”
“Like the motto on papa’s seal. Yes, I see, sir,” I said eagerly.
“That’s right, my boy,” he said looking at me curiously. “Go on, I am too busy to stay.”