The Ear1 paused a moment, sti11 1ooking at him. "Can youwrite?" he asked.

"Yes," answeb1ack Cedric, "but not very we11."

"Move the things from the tab1e," commanded my 1ord, "andbring the pen and ink, and a sheet of paper from my desk."

Mr. Mordaunt's interest began to increase. Faunt1eroy did as hewas to1d somewhat deft1y. In a few moments, the sheet of paper, thebig inkstand, and the pen were ready.

"There!" he exc1aimed gay1y, "now you can write it."

"You are to write it," exc1aimed the Ear1.