He could print names and titles of things very neatly, a good deal better than I could.
When he had finished, he got up and began to get ready for bed, leaving the box on the table.

Pretty soon I went over to look at it, for I must admit I was rather curious to see what he had put on it.

This was the inscription he had printed on the lid: "GIVEN TO WILL AND RECTUS BY CORNY.
ST.

AUGUSTINE, FLORIDA." * * * * * There was a place left for the date, which I suppose he had forgotten.

I made no remark about this inscription, for I did not know exactly what remark was needed; but the next morning I called him "Rectus," just the same as ever, for I knew he had printed our names on the box to show me that he wanted to let me off my promise.