"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. "I think you are making fun of me," he said, solemnly. "No, I'm not," said Jimmieboy. "Why should you think such a thing as that?" "Well, I know some things, and what I know makes me believe what I think. I think you are making fun of me when you talk of big rocks going up in the air with trees on 'em. Rocks are too heavy to go up in the air even when they haven't trees on 'em, and I don't think it's very nice of you to try to fool me the way you have." "I don't mean like a balloon," Jimmieboy hastened to explain. "It's a big rock that sits on the ground and reaches up into the air and has trees on it." "I don't believe there ever was such a thing," returned the offended Quill. "Here's what one would look like if it could ever be," he added, sketching the following: [Illustration: MOUNTAIN.] "What on earth!" ejaculated Jimmieboy. "What? Why, a mountain--that's what!" retorted the Quill. "Don't you see, my dear boy, you've just proved you were trying to fool me. I've put down the thing you said a mountain was, and you as much as say yourself that it can't be." "But--how do you make it out? That's what I can't see," remonstrated Jimmieboy. "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: [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?"