Bill nodded as Bertie explained. "I g-go tuh-to s-s-sp-speech thuh-herapy in B-B-Bangor, and th-there a-are l-luh-lots of k-k-k-kids that h-have all s-s-sorts of th-th-things guh-going on. There's one g-g-g-guy from my... m-my s-s-s-sch-school that g-g-goes wuh-with me, b-b-b-b-but he d-duh-doesn't st-stutter. He has a luh-lisp," he explained, and then a curious thing happened.
"He talkth like thith, and it really annoyth him when he can't manage his thpeech exerthitheth, becauth it'th not like he'th a thtuttering freak like me," Bill said with a grin, completely oblivious to the fact that he hadn't stuttered once, "or s-s-so he suh-hays. I j-juh-juh-just th-think he's a-an idiot. Am I k-k-keeping you buh-back from a-a-anything?"