"No," said Smaly.
"Then she can't have a beak," replied the Confectioner triumphantly.
"Do you mean to say you don't see her beak or mine either?" asked Smaly in astonishment.
"Never in my life have I seen a beak upon any creature that had not wings as well," replied the Confectioner stolidly; "therefore it doesn't exist."
"A beak, a beak, a beak, not exist, not exist, not exist," said all the echoes one after the other.
Smaly decided to wait until the Confectioner spoke again; but it was Redy who broke the silence in an unexpected manner.
She walked away from the Confectioner and stood looking at him scornfully from a little distance.
"An architect!" she said. "You say you are an architect, but when we called 'Reckybecky' you opened the door, therefore you are Reckybecky, nothing but Reckybecky."
The Confectioner, who was a simple soul, stared at her very disconcerted. "Reckybecky," he repeated in a sort of stupefaction. "Reckybecky, am I really nothing but that?"
"You are Reckybecky," repeated Redy firmly.