“And he’ll peck your eye out,” said John.
“Oh, I guess not. He’ll be all right after a while.”
“How are you going to go about teaching him to talk?” demanded John. “I suppose he’ll have to learn the alphabet first,” and he nudged Grant as he spoke.
“Oh, yes, of course,” laughed George sarcastically. “You’re all pretty smart.”
“Why, Pop,” said John, soothingly, “it wouldn’t take long. There are only twenty-six letters in it.”
“What did you say?” cried Grant, suddenly springing to his feet.
“I said there were twenty-six letters in the alphabet.”
“Hooray!” shouted Grant, and he began to dance around like a wild man. “I’ve got it. I’ve got it,” he repeated excitedly over and over again.