Styrm's reply was a wagging finger. "Not so fas', Jozzie. What sort o' teacher'd Styrm be if 'e jus' spelled it all out fer ye?" He shook his head, "'S only got," he paused and counted on his fingers, "sixteen letters. The firs'un, L, makes an el sound, an' ye already know O," he pointed to her name written on the page.
"So, how's she go then?" he asked with a smirk.
"So, how's she go then?" he asked with a smirk.
