"It's perfectly simple," said the Quill. "You said a mountain was a rock; there's the rock in the picture. You said it had trees on it; those two things that look like pen-wipers on sticks are the trees."
"But that other thing?" interrupted Jimmieboy. "That arm? I never, never, never said a mountain had one of those."
"Why, how you do talk!" cried the Quill, angrily. "You told me first that the rocks went up in the air, and when I showed you why that couldn't be, you corrected yourself, and said that they reached up into the air."
"Well, so I did," said Jimmieboy.
"Will you kindly tell me how a rock could reach up in the air, or around a corner, or do any reaching at all, in fact, unless it had an arm to do it with?" snapped the Quill, triumphantly.
Again Jimmieboy found it best to keep silent. The Quill, thinking that his silence was due to regret, immediately became amiable, and volunteered the statement that if he knew the names of flowers he thought he could draw some of them.
"Pansies, cowslips, and geraniums," suggested Jimmieboy.
"Good! Here you are," returned the Quill, rapidly sketching the following:
A PANSY. A COWSLIP. A POTTED G-RANIUM.