"Why, yes; I'll teach you if you like."
"I should like it very much. It is so tiresome to write things."
"Morgan is very clever, too, about understanding. You only begin to spell a word when he guesses what you want to say," Maurice added.
"I went to his shop the other day with Miss Herbert, but she wouldn't let me stay long. I made friends with his funny dog."
"Do you know what we call him? Curly Q. And the cat—did you see him? He is Crisscross."
"How funny," said Rosalind. "I think they are very good names. Crisscross wouldn't have anything to do with me."
"Are you going to live here?" Maurice asked.
"No; but I shall be here a long time. I think Friendship is a nice place, and funny too, because it has a bank with a garden around it. At home our banks are all on the street and have offices over them."
"Yes; Friendship isn't a city," Maurice acknowledged apologetically. "I should like to live in a big city."
"I like Friendship. It only seems a little odd, you know," Rosalind hastened to add. "Do they ever let you go into the bank part of your house?"