"What's up? Hurt your hand?"
Dunstable explained.
"Day collects autographs, you know, and he wants Montagu Watson's badly. Pining away, and all that sort of thing. Won't smile until he gets it. I had a shot at it yesterday, and got this."
Linton inspected the document.
"So I can't send up another myself, you see."
"Why worry?"
"Oh, I'd like to put Day one up. He's not been bad this term. Come on."
"All right. Let her rip."
Dunstable let her rip.
Dear Sir,—I cannot refrain from writing to tell you what
an inestimable comfort your novels have been to me during years
of sore tribulation and distress——