“Is it a story?”
“A sort of story.”
“Has it a happy ending? I can’t see why people write stories that make you miserable.”
“It’s a wonderful book,” said Edwin Watts.
And Old Mole said:
“I flatter myself there are worse books written.”
When Watts had gone Matilda said:
“If it’s not a nice book I couldn’t bear it.”
“What do you mean—you couldn’t bear it?”