“It's blue,” said the child.
“What is blue?” said Naomi
“Blue—don't you know?—blue!” said the child.
“But what is blue?” Naomi asked again, holding the flower in her restless fingers.
“Why, dear me! can't you see?—blue—the flower, you know,” said the child, in her artless way.
Ali was standing by at the time, and he thought to come to Naomi's relief. “Blue is a colour,” he said.
“A colour?” said Naomi.
“Yes, like—like the sea,” he added.
“The sea? Blue? How?” Naomi asked.
Ali tried again. “Like the sky,” he said simply.