“Number forty-seven! Stop chattering to thirty-four and
get back to work, immediately!” Speckle shouted from
across the room.
“Yes sir . . . back to work . . . right away,” replied Tom
instinctively, pretending to be a dutiful servant.
He knew too well that talking violated the sacred
Weatherly Rule Book, a seventy-five-page document of
laws and regulations all orphans had to memorize when