And his shapely little body was so packed full of energy, so thrilling with vitality, that he felt himself already a sort of lord in those shoal-water domains.
"But with all his lively experiences, there were things, lots of things, which Little Sword didn't know even yet." "I _guess_ so!" murmured the Babe, suddenly impressed with the extent of his own ignorance.
"For instance," Uncle Andy went on, ignoring the interruption, "he had not yet learned anything about the Inkmaker." Here he paused impressively, as if to lure the Babe on.

But into the latter's head popped so many questions all together, at the mention of a creature with so strange a name, that for the moment he could not for the life of him get any one of them into words.

He merely gasped.

And Uncle Andy, delighted with this apparent self-restraint, went on graciously.
"You're improving a lot," said he.

"You're getting quite a knack of holding your tongue.