“But where is the book?” said Jaques; “I don’t see any.”
“Oh, most ill-informed little boy! in the visitors’ book, to be sure.”
WRITING UP THE BOOKS.
“But where is it?”
“You know that best. Surely you know where your own book is?”
“But you said the visitors’ book.”
“Well, and are you not a visitor? so if you put it down in your book it will be in the visitor’s book, won’t it?”
This seemed to be nothing short of downright nonsense to the boys; but to please the little man, they took out their pocket-books, and gravely wrote their own names in them.
“Now, let me see,” said the little man, producing a pair of spectacles with eyes as big as saucers.