“Wery good,” said Mr. Weller. “Go on.”

“Feel myself ashamed, and completely cir⁠—’ I forget what this here word is,” said Sam, scratching his head with the pen, in vain attempts to remember.

“Why don’t you look at it, then?” inquired Mr. Weller.

“So I am a-lookin’ at it,” replied Sam, “but there’s another blot. Here’s a c , and a i , and a d .”