"Eureka! I believe. Measure away, good comrade; measure away!"
"Ah, where," said I to myself. "Well, measure off twelve yards towards the centre of the garden, and see if it cuts the line between the mulberry tree and the big walnut."
We measured to the wall and climbed over, and continued our measuring, but alas, it went beyond the bee-line between the two trees by about five feet! Wrong again!
Now I began to get angry, as I saw Monday was laughing up his sleeve at me, and I called him Alec to shew him I was not in a laughing humour but thoroughly in earnest.
I walked along next inside the wall to about the point on the paper marked P, which appeared to me to be at the window of the house.
"What is window, Alec?"
"Fenêtre."
That would not do.
"Now look here, Alec, you are laughing at me again, and I don't like it; laugh some other time, but for the present give me your full attention, and don't be a ninny. It is no joking matter, but one upon which I am very serious and anxious, as I believe there is something attached to this quest which is really worth a little trouble to elucidate."