“It was beautiful there in the sunlight. I never saw such glorious sunshine—”
“Where?” cried the audience.
“In a place called California.”
“Where is that?” asked one.
“Don’t tell us; we don’t want to know,” hastily cried the audience. “We aren’t to learn things here in this school.”
“I won’t tell you. I’ll show you,” and the speaker hopped on to the large globe that stood in the corner.
He slid down one side and placed his big toe on the spot where California claimed to be.
They all watched his antics closely, for in their hearts they did want to know where those bunches of grapes grew, even though they didn’t seem to want to learn anything.
“That’s exactly where my bunch of grapes grew, but I have cousins called Malagas and Muscatels who come from Spain.