Presently it was the letter h that occupied us; and old honour now became onor (some were for oner, but gave in), followed by erb, our, and umor.
"What's that?" demanded Totts, pointing to our.
"Time of day," answered Maverick. "Sixty minutes make one our."
"Then nobody can tell it from our cat, our cow," said Professor Totts.
"We can't help that," said Maverick.
"We're only here for simplification," Cottsill said again.
("Good gracious," repeated Miss Appleby.)
"Make it ower," suggested Cottsill; and this was done.
"Make it minits, too," said Totts; and this was done.