painted right on the Rock like it is in the pictures. I'm goin' to sue 'em, when I get back, for false pretences. It ain't there!"
"Pop-puh!" Mrs. Tinker, excited by these first moments in the Old World, so new to her, scolded him amiably but with a loud shrillness. "If you don't look out, Mr. Wackstle will think you really don't know any more than you sound like you do."
"Well, I don't—not much. Was this where Napoleon landed from St. Helena or something? What ever did happen around here, anyhow?"
