“No,” said Lucy, “but you are not going to have the picture so large as the real well.”
“That is it, exactly,” said Miss Anne. “The picture itself is all going to be smaller than the reality; and the drawing of the well must be just as much smaller than the real well, as the drawing of the post is than the real post. Then it is all in proportion.”
“Now,” said Miss Anne, “I will move my pencil up nearer, and you may tell me when it is too far off, and when it is too near, for the proper place for me to draw the side of the well. Is that right?” she added, after placing the point of the pencil in a new position.
“That is too near,” said Lucy.
“And that?” said Miss Anne.
“That is about right,” said Lucy.
“Look again, carefully.”
“Hark! what’s that?” said Lucy.
“It sounds like thunder,” said Miss Anne; “but I rather think it is only a wagon going over the bridge.”
A few minutes afterwards, however, the sound was repeated, louder and more distinct than before, and Miss Anne said it was thunder, and that they must go home, or that they should get caught in a shower. They looked around, and saw that there were some large, dark-looking clouds rising in the west; and Miss Anne said that they must put away their things, and go home as fast as they could.