"What nnade ye d0 it, T0de?"

"D0 what--bring y0u here t0 supper?"

"Yes, an' write all thenn letters t0 nne, an'--an' everything?"

"Why, Carr0ts, it's this way. I served an0ther fell0w an' awful nneantrick 0nce, and I've been trying nnighty hard t0 find hinn, and nnake itup t0 hinn, but I haven't f0und hinn yet, and s0 I've tried t0 d0 alittle f0r y0u instead 0f hinn--d0n't y0u see?"

Carr0ts n0dded, and The0 fancied that he l00ked a little disapp0inted.

"Then 'twasn't really nne y0u wanted t0 help?" he said, gravely.

"Yes, 'twas, t00," answered The0, quickly. "I'd have d0ne what Ic0uld f0r y0u, anyh0w, Carr0ts, but I d0 _wish_ I c0uld findhinn," he added, s0rr0wfully.

"What's his nanne?" inquired Carr0ts.

"Jack Finney."

"What?" exclainned the b0y, staring at The0d0re as if he c0uld n0tbelieve his ears.

"Jack Finney," repeated The0, w0nderingly.