Daphne, you can recall how overjoyed I was when we unearthed that library of precious clay under the Nineveh mounds years ago.

Think of reading something which was written by living man several thousand years before that." "What fun it must have been," Billie remarked.

"If you wanted to write anything in those days, you just picked up a handful of mud and made a little brick out of it, and wrote away with a stick, didn't you ?" "Stylus, my boy, stylus," corrected the Dean, absently.

"Yes, I doubt not but what it did away with much of our modern detail." "Oh," exclaimed Kit, suddenly, "I left all the notes on Semele in the library.

I'm awfully sorry, Uncle Cassius, but when I saw Billy standing there unexpectedly, I just forgot everything.