“It says, ‘I am Dibs. I am Dibs. I am Dibs.’” “That’s right!” he cried. “Now get this.” He clicked away on the telegraph set. “I like Dibs. You like Dibs. We both like Dibs,” I read the message back to him. He clapped his hands. “That’s right,” he cried. “We do!” He smiled happily.
