“Perhaps,” said Solario, “I might tell you the story concerning the— But I fear it would bore you.”
“No! no!” cried the boys.
“Then I might perhaps tell you the story of Alb the Unicorn, only—”
“Yes! yes! Tell us about the unicorn!”
“You are sure it will not weary you?”
“Not a bit!” said Bojohn.
“Would you mind, sir,” said Bodkin, “leaving out the big words?”
“I shall willingly endeavor to gratify your reasonable predilection for lucidity,” said Solario.
“Sir?” said Bodkin.
“Never mind,” said Bojohn. “Let him go on.”