think he could make it out of a glue factory. What I'm asking is: How?"
"How? Why, by making glue and selling it. Don't you know how bad most glue is when you try to mend anything? A good glue is one of the rarest things there is; and it would just sell itself, once it got started. Well, your father knows how to make as good a glue as there is in the world."
Alice was not interested. "What of it? I suppose probably anybody could make it if they wanted to."
"I said you didn't know anything about it. Nobody else could make it. Your father knows a formula for making it."
"What of that?"
"It's a secret formula. It isn't even down on paper. It's worth any amount of money."
"'Any amount?'" Alice said, remaining incredulous. "Why hasn't papa sold it then?"
"Just because he's too stubborn to do anything with it at all!"
"How did papa get it?"
"He got it before you were born, just after we were married. I didn't think much about it then: it wasn't till you were growing up and I saw how much we needed money that I———"
