The Storyist appeared interested. “So?” she said. “Who is it for? But I think I can guess,” she added quickly.
“Well, if you know please don’t tell,” cautioned the Child. Then she asked, “May I see what you’re writing?”
“Certainly,” assented the Storyist, and showed her a typewritten sheet.
The Child read:
“‘Her voice was that smooth and slippery-like that you found yourself swallowing what she said without realizing till afterward that the words stuck in your throat.’”
She read it a second time, but was sure she didn’t quite understand.
“Is it hard?” she inquired.
The Storyist looked thoughtful. “Not very,” she replied. “You just have to know what you want to say and then say it the best you can.”
It sounded reasonable and the Child grew encouraged.