"Like Shakespeare," he added.
The man laughed. "I only wish it was," he said.
"It's a play, anyway, isn't it?"
"It is."
"And you've been making it up as you go along?"
"Well, hardly that, but I scribble it down first, you know."
"Does it spell for you?" Paul asked breathlessly.
"No, it doesn't, bother it—-that's where it's rather sniffy sometimes."
"When I'm grown up," Paul said solemnly, "and rich—I hope I'll be rich—I'll have one of those, but I'll get one that does the spelling as well. I suppose they are made."
"I haven't come across one yet," said the man; "when I do I shall buy it at once——"