"Oh, my! oh, me! what a terrible thing!" cried the man, bursting into tears. "Suppose all the doors should be changed into jars, what would the poor people do?"
"But don't you see, that's the joke," said Billy; "a-jar means partly open."
"Yes, but if it were still a door how could it be a jar? It's got to be one or the other."
"Oh, pshaw!" said Billy, in disgust; "can't you see it's a joke. I think it's very funny."
"Oh! is that funny?" asked the Hermit.
"Of course."
"Then that's the reason it doesn't make me laugh. When I was a boy I broke my humerus and had to have my funny bone extracted, so I can't see anything funny."
"Poor fellow!" said Billy sympathetically. "What town is that over there?"
"Mirage town," said the Hermit; "but you can't reach it unless you fly."
"Why not?"