I was no fool after all.

He was not a bit surer that HE could read than I was, from the dazed way he stared.
"You see!" I said.
"It says Paget!" he said, like he would come nearer believing; it if he heard himself pronounce the word.
"I THOUGHT it said 'Paget,'" I gasped, "but I wanted to know if you thought so too." "Yes, it's Paget plain enough," said father, but he acted like there was every possibility that it might change to Jones any minute.

"It says 'Paget,' plain as print." "Father!" I cried, clutching his arm, "father, see how fat it is! There must be pages and pages! Father, it wouldn't take all that to tell her he didn't like her, and he never wanted to see her again.
Would it, father ?" "It doesn't seem probable," said father.
"Father don't you think it means there's been some big mistake, and it takes so much to tell how it can be fixed ?" "It seems reasonable." I gripped him tighter, and maybe shook him a little.
"Father!" I cried.

"Father, doesn't it just look HURRY, all over?
Can't you speed up a little?
They have all day to cool off.

Oh father, won't you speed a little ?" "That I will!" said father.