“'Looked again she couldn't'?” asked Jeremy. “It should be, 'she couldn't look again.'”
“Oh, there's a stop,” said Mary. “I didn't see. After 'again' there's a stop. 'She couldn't make out what had happened at all—'”
“I can't either,” said Jeremy crossly. “It would be better perhaps if I read it myself.”
“It will be all right in a minute,” said Mary confidently. “'Was she in a shop? And was that really—was it really a ship that was sitting on the counter?'” she finished with a run.
“A what?” asked Jeremy.
“A ship—”
“A ship! How could it sit on a counter?” he asked.
“Oh no, it's a sheep. How silly I am!” Mary exclaimed.
“You do read badly,” he agreed frankly. “I never can understand nothing.” And it was at that very moment that he saw the Dog.