"Rope wouldn't stick out that-a-way," said she, "it would just droop. They'd have to be of somethin' stiffen"
"Well—" said he, and tried to think of something.
"You could use that railroad-iron that I saw 'em heat red-hot an' bend, down in the valley," she suggested.
"That's it," said he. "Two loops of railroad-iron fastened to a bee-tree" (he pointed) "just as these loops, here, are fastened to the straight black stem. That's 'B.'"
"I won't forget," said she, her beautiful young brow puckered earnestly as she stored the knowledge in her brain.
"And this is 'C,'" said he.
"'C,' 'C'" said she. "Jest take off one of th' loops an' use it by itself."
"That's so," said he. "And here is 'D'"
"Cut off th' top th' tree," said she. "Just cut it plumb off, loop an' all."
He laughed. It was clear that she would be an earnest and quick-thinking pupil to whomever had the task of giving her her education.