“Can’t you see water?”
“Where?”
With his finger nail the young man found water.
“No,” said June stoutly. “I don’t see a single drop. And that’s a pity, because in my opinion, it would be none the worse for a good wash.”
This was a facer but he met it valiantly.
“Don’t you see trees?”
“Where are the trees?”
The young man disclosed trees with his finger nail.
“I can’t see a twig.”
“But you can see a cloud.” With his finger nail he traced a cloud.