But we had listened entranced . I have written down the bare words of the story , as she told it ; but I can never reproduce the charm and colour and spirit she infused into it . It LIVED for us . Donald and Neil , Nancy and Betty , were there in that room with us . We saw the flashes of expression on their faces , we heard their voices , angry or tender , mocking or merry , in Lowland and Highland accent . We realized all the mingled coquetry and feeling and defiance and archness in Betty Sherman 's daring speech . We had even forgotten all about Mr. Campbell . That gentleman , in silence , took out his wallet , extracted a note therefrom , and handed it gravely to the Story Girl . `` There are five dollars for you , '' he said , `` and your story was well worth it . You ARE a wonder . Some day you will make the world realize it . I 've been about a bit , and heard some good things , but I 've never enjoyed anything more than that threadbare old story I heard in my cradle . And now , will you do me a favour ? '' `` Of course , '' said the delighted Story Girl . `` Recite the multiplication table for me , '' said Mr. Campbell . We stared . Well might Mr. Campbell be called eccentric . What on earth did he want the multiplication table recited for ? Even the Story Girl was surprised . But she began promptly , with twice one and went through it to twelve times twelve .
She repeated it simply , but her voice changed from one tone to another as each XXXXX succession grew tired .
Of about as in into than through to with worth