“And the next one, Scip?”
“B.”
And so on. I and J proved stumbling blocks, but once passed the end was reached without further mistake.
“Now words,” said Hazel, turning from the alphabet, “are letters put together. Can you spell any words?”
“I can print my name.”
“Please do, then.”
Scipio took the pencil and laboriously printed SCIPIO LEE.
“The C isn’t pronounced,” Hazel said thoughtfully. “I guessed it was spelt SIPIO. You can never guess at spelling, though, it’s so queer.”
Scipio Lee