for almost all the men that come here smoke in the shop. You see, I put ash trays around for them."
"I love tobacco smell," said Titania. "Daddy's library at home smells something like this, but not quite so strong. And I want to see the worms, bookworms you know. Daddy said you had lots of them."
"You'll see them, all right," said Roger, chuckling. "They come in and out. To-morrow I'll show you how my stock is arranged. It'll take you quite a while to get familiar with it. Until then I just want you to poke around and see what there is, until you know the shelves so well you could put your hand on any given book in the dark. That's a game my wife and I used to play. We would turn off all the lights at night, and I would call out the title of a book and see how near she could come to finding it. Then I would take a turn. When we came more than six inches away from it we would have to pay a forfeit. It's great fun."
"What larks we'll have," cried Titania. "I do think this is a cunning place!"
"This is the bulletin board, where I put up notices about books that interest me. Here's a card I've just been writing."
Roger drew from his pocket a square of cardboard
