k 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:

[Illustration: A PANSY. A COWSLIP. A POTTED G-RANIUM.]

"That pansy," he said, as Jimmieboy gazed at his work, "is a
frying-pansy. How is this for a battle scene?" he added, drawing the
following singular-looking picture.

[Illustration]

"Very handsome!" said Jimmieboy. "But--er--just what are those things?
Snakes?"

"No, indeed," said the Quill. "The idea! Who ever saw a snake with
wings? One is a C gull and the other is a J bird."

"Can you draw a blue bird?" asked Jimmieboy.

"I think so," answered the Quill, as he carefully drew this strange
creature.

[Illustration: A BLUEBIRD.]

"You haven't given him any wings," said Jimmieboy, after carefully
examining the picture.

"No: that's the reason he is blue. He has to walk all the time. That's
enough to make anybody blue," explained the Quill. "Here's a puzzle for
you!" he added. "Guess what it is, and I'll write to your Uncle
Periwinkle and tell him if he'll come up here on Saturday with two
dollars in his pockets, you will show him where you and he can get the
best soda-water made."

[Illustration: STEEPLE-CHASING.]

This is the picture the Quill then presented to Jimmieboy's astonished
gaze.

"Humph!" said Jimmieboy. "It looks like two men on horseback running
after something, but what, I'm sure I don't know."

"What does it look like?" asked the Quill.

"Nothing that I ever saw."

"Nonsense!" returned the Pen. "Does it look like a fox, or a Chinese
laundry, or a what?"

"It