"Good gracious, Ned!" said Phaeton, "why did you print this thing before we had seen it?"
"Because I felt sure you'd like it," said Ned, "and I wanted to surprise you."
"You've succeeded admirably in that," said Phaeton.
"I hope there's nothing wrong about it," said Ned. "I took a great deal of pains with it. Oh, yes; now I see there's one letter upside down. But what of that? Very few people will notice it, and they will know it's an accident."
"One?" said Phaeton. "There are half a dozen standing on their heads. And that's not the worst. Just look at the spelling!"
"I don't see anything wrong about that," said Ned. "You must remember that what's wrong by Webster may be right by Worcester."
"What do you call that?" said Phaeton, pointing at the first word in the third line.
"Job, of course," said Ned. "Some people spell it with a J, but that can't be right. J-o-b spells Job, the name of that king of Israel who had so many boils on him at once."
"He wasn't king of Israel," said Phaeton.