“Rocky Brook!” cried Pollio, clapping his hands.
He had “tagged” Dick to that brook many a time when Dick went trouting.
“Wish I could dip my feet right in there!” sighed he. “Oh, please give me a drink o’ water!”
Somehow the picture made him thirsty. The next one was of Yellowstone Falls, which came tumbling down so fast you could almost hear them rumble.
“Oh, splendid!” exclaimed Pollio. “Can’t I have some cream beer?”
For the falls reminded him of something foamy to drink. Nunky kindly brought him some sarsaparilla-mead, wondering what would be wanted next.
“More pictures, Nunky: I mean, please!”
Nunky brought another beautiful painting, which he placed against the foot-board of the bed.
“Oh! Jesus talking to the woman. Isn’t it splendid? Did he always look so sober, Nunky?”