|In addition to that, Mr. Remington had a way with words.
There was something about the feel of the typewriter keys that was magical.
It didn't feel at all like a computer keyboard. The clicking and
clacking of the key strikes on the paper made Henry feel like a real writer.
Everything he typed sounded important. At the end of every line,
the little bell went "Ding!" and Henry thought it was the neatest sound
he had ever heard.
When they were almost finished the thank you notes, a look of pawplexity
crossed Henry's face.
"How do I thank YOU, Mr. Remington? Can you thank a gift for
being a friend?"
Mr. Remington's eyes lit up and he smiled.
"No, but you can thank a friend for being a gift, and I would be
delighted to be considered a friend of yours."
Henry already loved Mr. Remington, partly because he was a gift from
Wiggle, and partly because Mr. Remington helped him to put words on everything
he was feeling.
"There are so many thoughts and ideas and feelings inside me," Henry
told Mr. Remington.
Of course, Mr. Remington knew all about that sort of thing from years
of helping others to write.
"The best way to talk about feelings," said Mr. Remington, "is one
word at a time."
Just then, Patrick O'Malley walked in.
"Do you mind if I join you?" asked Patrick.