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When it come midnight he couldn't stan' it no mo'; so he git up, he did, en tuck his lantern en shoved out thoo de storm en dug her up en got de golden arm; en he bent his head down 'gin de 'win, en plowed en plowed en plowed thoo de snow. En he begin to shiver en shake, en say, "Oh, my! "Bzzz zzz zzz W-h-o g-o-t m-y g-o-l-d-e-n ARM?"
"Ah, that's the whole art of writing to know what it would be any good putting. You want to learn lots and lots of new words, so as to be ready. Now here's a jolly little one that you ought to meet." I took the pencil and wrote GOT. "Got. G-o-t, got." Margery, her elbows on my knee and her chin resting on her hands, studied the position. "Yes, that's old 'got," she said. "He's always coming in.
Immediately afterwards the light began to flash with bewildering rapidity. But Desmond recognized the call. "I am ready to take your message," it said. "S-t-r-a-n-g-w-i-s-e h-a-s g-o-t m-e ack-ack-ack," Desmond flashed back, "f-e-t-c-h h-e-l-p a-t o-n-c-e ack-ack-ack: d-o-n-t r-e-p-l-y; ack-ack-ack; s-e-n-d o-n-e d-o-t o-n-e d-a-s-h t-o s-h-o-w y-o-u u-n-d-e-r-s-t-a-n-d ack-ack-ack!"
Den pooty soon he know it's a-stannin' by de bed! Den den he seem to feel someth' n c-o-l-d, right down 'most agin his head! Den de voice say, right at his year "W-h-o g-o-t m-y g-o-l-d-e-n arm?" If you've got the pause right, she'll fetch a dear little yelp and spring right out of her shoes.
When it come midnight he couldn't stan' it no mo'; so he git up, he did, en tuck his lantern en shoved out thoo de storm en dug her up en got de golden arm; en he bent his head down 'gin de win', en plowed en plowed en plowed thoo de snow. En he begin to shiver en shake, en say, "Oh, my! "Bzzz zzz zzz W-h-o g-o-t m-y g-o-l-d-e-n arm?" Den he hear de latch, en he know it's in de room!
When you want to say, 'I've got a bad pain, so I can't accept your kind invitation'; or when you want to say, 'Excuse more, as I've got to go to bed now'; or quite simply, 'You've got my pencil." "G-o-t, got," said Margery. "G-o-t, got. G-o-t, got." "With appropriate action it makes a very nice recitation." "Is THAT a 'g'?" said Margery, busy with the pencil, which she had snatched from me.
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