? ? ? ? "Well, all right, Tom, fix it your own way; but if you'll take my advice, you'll let me borrow a sheet off of the clothes-line."
? ? ? ? He said that would do. And that give him another idea, and he says:
? ? ? ? "Borrow a shirt, too."
? ? ? ? "What do we want of a shirt, Tom?"
? ? ? ? "Want it for Jim to keep a journal on."
? ? ? ? "Journal your granny- Jim can't write."
? ? ? ? "Spose he can't write- he can make marks on the shirt, can't he, if we make him a pen out of an old pewter spoon or a piece of an old iron barrel-hoop?"
? ? ? ? "Why, Tom, we can pull a feather out of a goose and make him a better one; and quicker, too."
? ? ? ? "Prisoners don't have geese running around the donjon-keep to pull pens out of, you muggins. They always make their pens out of the hardest, toughest, troublesomest piece of old brass candlestick or something like that they can get their hands on; and it takes them weeks and weeks, and months and months to file it out, too, because they've got to do it by rubbing it on the wall.
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