“This is a clock,” says Tom, pointing to the second picture.
“Sure thing,” waggled Poppy. “And the hands point to twelve, which means noon or midnight.”
“Midnight, of course,” I swung in. “For whoever heard of a full moon in the middle of the day?”
There was more deep studying.
“I don’t get the third picture,” says Poppy.
“Looks like soap bubbles,” says I.
“Or a string of magician’s rings,” says Tom.
“Do you suppose that it’s a chimney. Those circles may be smoke rings.”
I gave a yip.
“Sure thing, it’s a chimney,” says I, with a picture of the old stone house in my mind. “And we know what chimney, too.”