The process belonged to me, and your father up and walked off with it; there's no getting around THAT much, anyhow." "Isn't there ?" Alice stared at him.

"I think you're mistaken, Mr.Lamb.
Didn't papa improve it so that it virtually belonged to him ?" There was a spark in the old blue eyes at this.

"What ?" he cried.

"Is that the way he got around it?
Why, in all my life I never heard of such a----" But he left the sentence unfinished; the testiness went out of his husky voice and the anger out of his eyes.

"Well, I expect maybe that was the way of it," he said.