THE MON-KEY.
"Something like this?" queried the Quill, dashing off a picture complacently—he felt so sure that this time he was right.
"Very much like that," Jimmieboy replied, smothering his mirth for fear of offending the Quill, though if you will refer to the drawing you will see that the Quill was quite as inaccurate in his picture of the monkey as he was with his zebras.
"I thought I'd get you to admit that that was a good monkey," observed the Quill, regarding his work with pride. "I've seen a good many keys, and, of course, when you said the creature had two legs, two arms, a tail, and a head, I knew that he was nothing but a key to whom had been given those precious gifts of nature. To draw a key is easy, and to provide it with the other features was not hard."
Jimmieboy was silent. He was too full of laughter even to open his mouth, and so he kept it tightly closed.
"What'll I draw next?" asked the Quill, after a minute or two of silence.
"Can you do mountains?" queried Jimmieboy.
"What are they?" asked the Quill.
"They're great big rocks that go up in the air and have trees on 'em," explained Jimmieboy.
The Quill looked puzzled, and then he glanced reproachfully at Jimmieboy.