Sellers took a seat, and said: "Well, I've got to confess I'm a good deal puzzled.

It did certainly eat, there's no getting around it.

Not eat, exactly, either, but it nibbled; nibbled in an appetiteless way, but still it nibbled; and that's just a marvel.

Now the question is, what does it do with those nibblings?
That's it--what does it do with them?
My idea is that we don't begin to know all there is to this stupendous discovery yet.
But time will show--time and science--give us a chance, and don't get impatient." But he couldn't get Hawkins interested; couldn't make him talk to amount to anything; couldn't drag him out of his depression.

But at last he took a turn that arrested Hawkins's attention.
"I'm coming to like him, Hawkins.