"But how do you spell it, Mr. Butters?"
"Dictionary's handy, isn't it?"
"You ought to know how to spell it," I remarked, fluttering the dictionary.
"Who said I didn't know how to spell it?"
"You told me to look it up."
"Did, hey? And what d' I do it for? D' you think I've got time to be talking to every young sprig like you?"
"Here it is, Mr. Butters. It's spelled b-o-u-r-g-e-o-i-s."
"Precisely," said the editor—"b-o-u-r-g-o-i-s, bur-joyce."
"No—g-e-o-i-s, Mr. Butters."
"Just what I said."