“Tell me what they are like. Have they long—long legs—so?” and she stretched out her arms.
“Oh, longer—terrible long legs—long as this”—and the Colonel’s arms went out to their full length.
Jim’s eyes were now popping out of his head, but his place was behind his Mistress’s chair, ready for her orders, and he had had so many scoldings that day that he thought it best not to move.
“And does he puff himself out like a real turkey in the picture books?”
“Oh, worse than a real turkey,—big as so”—and the Colonel’s arms went round in a circle.
The child thought hard for a moment until she had the picture of the strutting gobbler fastened in her mind, and said, cuddling closer to the Colonel: “Tell me some more.”
“About turkeys?”
“Yes, about turkeys.”
“About wild ones or tame ones?”