That was a very good beginning, I felt sure, but I must speak louder.

Lately my voice had been poor in school--gave out, sometimes, in the middle of a recitation.

I cleared my throat, but I did not repeat myself.

The back of the bald head that I had addressed revolved and presented its complement, a bald front.
"Will you--would you like--I'd like--" I stared in dismay at the bald gentleman, unable to recall a word of what I meant to say; and he stared in impatience at me.
"Well, well!" he snapped, "What is it?
What is it ?" That reminded me.
"It's the 'Boston Searchlight,' sir.

I take sub--" "Take it away--take it away.