'Just three.'
'Three! In one night!'
'But they're short, Hump. I don't believe-they average over two or three thousand words. I think they're good. You know, just the way they made me feel. Funny idea—Bagdad and Simpson Street, all mixed up together.'
'One thing's certain, Hen. You're an extremely surprising youth, but right here's where you quit. I don't propose to have a roaring maniac here in the rooms. On my hands.'
'Oh, Hump, I can't quit now! You don't understand. It's wonderful. It just comes. Like taking dictation.'
'Dictation is what you're going to take. Right now. From me. Brush up your clothes, and pick up all that mess while I dress. We'll go out for some breakfast.'
'Not now, Hump! Wait—I promise I'll go out a little later.'
'You'll go now. Get up.'
Henry obeyed. But he nearly fell back again.
'Gosh!' he murmured.