William was not content with the Lion. He insisted on finding all the other constellations mentioned in the book. At 2.30 Mr. Bennison staggered back to his bedroom. He did not go to bed at once. He took out the chapter he had written early in the evening and crossed out the words, “A child’s curiosity must be immediately satisfied when and where it appears, irrespective of inconvenience to the adult.”
He decided to cut out all similar sentiments in the next editions of all his books.
Then he got into bed. Sleep at last—blissful, drowsy, soul-satisfying sleep.
MR. BENNISON SAT UP IN BED. HE LOOKED VERY
WEARY AS HE STARED AT WILLIAM.
“Mr. Bennison—Mr. Bennison—in this book what you kindly gave me there’s some kind of puzzles—‘’telligence tests’ it calls ’em, an’ I can’t do ’em. I wondered if you’d kindly help me——”
“Well, I won’t,” said Mr. Bennison. “Go away. Go away, I tell you.”
“There’s only a page of ’em,” said William.
“Go away,” roared Mr. Bennison, drawing the clothes over his head. “I tell you I won’t—I won’t——”
William quietly went away.