"And, Louis, how do you make him like a flower?"
"His presidential career was bright, and short-lived, like a flower."
"Charlie, why was he like a vine?"
"That's plain enough—his motto was 'A little more grape.'"
Amy went round collecting resemblances for her thought, and then said that she had the watch-dog, Trusty, in her mind.
"Why is Trusty like paper?"
"Because he's white."
"Then, why is he like ink?"
"Because he's so useful."
"Why is he like a table?"