"Come and look me up when you get to London," continued the friendly
voice. "My name is Rowlatt-W. W. Rowlatt, 4, Gray's Inn Square. Can
you remember it?"

"Ay," said Paul.

"Shall I write it down?"

"Nay. 'W. W. Rowlatt, 4, Gray's Inn Square.' I'm noan likely to
forget it. I never forget nowt," said Paul, life returning through a
vein of boastfulness.

"Tell me all you remember," said Mr. Rowlatt, with a laugh.

"I can say all the Kings of England, with their dates, and the
counties and chief towns of Great Britain and Ireland, and all the
weights and measures, and 'The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the
fold--'"

"Holy Moses!" cried Rowlatt. "Anything else?"

"Ay. Lots more," said Paul, anxious to stamp vividly the impression
he saw that he was making. "I know the Plagues of Egypt."

"I bet you don't."

"Rivers of Blood, Frogs, Lice, Flies, Murrain, Boils, Hails,
Locusts, Darkness and Death of Firstborn," said Paul, in a breath.