“No,” said Dick.
“And it can’t go down for the sea.”
“Of course not.”
“It can’t go backwards, because the wind is forcing on the wind.”
“Yes,” said Dick. “Hold still, stupid!” This last to the fluttering leaf.
“Where is the wind to go, then?” asked Will.
“Why, upwards of course,” cried Dick.
“To be sure,” said Will. “Well, it strikes against the face of the cliff, and that seems to make it so angry like that it rushes straight up to get over the top.”
“Of course it does,” said Dick; “any stupid could understand that.”
“Well,” said Will, “the top’s like a corner, isn’t it?”