When you're ready to promise never to call me Rectus again, just wag your big toe, either one." I stiffened my toes, as if my feet were cast in brass.

Rectus moved his chair a little around, so that he could keep an eye on my toes.

Then he looked at his watch, and said: "It's seven o'clock now, and that's an hour from breakfast time.

I don't want to keep you there any longer than I can help.

You'd better wag your toe now, and be done with it.