“Hey, Fred!” he called. “Come here a minute.”
Fred hastened to respond to his friend’s summons and soon reached the spot where John was standing.
“What do you want, String?” he inquired.
“Look up through that opening.”
“All right,” said Fred, doing as he had been directed. “I’m looking.”
“Don’t you see anything?”
“Sure I do. I see the sky.”
“Don’t be silly, Fred,” exclaimed John. “In the opening, I mean.”
“I see dirt.”
“Is that all?”