"I haven't read that, either," said Totts.
I should now have been at some loss, but a plaintive voice behind me said, "Hup, hup, hup, hup."
I turned, and saw a smiling little old man, with delicate silver locks that hung well-nigh to his collar.
"Hup, hup," said he again, very amiably.
I turned back to Totts in bewilderment.
"He stutters," Totts explained.
The voice behind me now said with a sudden sort of explosion, "I wrote it."
I turned again, and, catching both his hands as a drowning man is said to catch a straw, I wrung them earnestly and long. "A great work!" I called out to him, as if he were deaf. "A very great work!" And not well knowing what I did, I further shouted to Miss Appleby, who was passing us: "He wrote it! Pecan Nuts!"
"Hup, hup," said the little man. "Mustard
