Mink talked earnestly to someone near the rose-bush—though there was no one there.
These odd children. And the little girl, what was her name? Anna? Anna took notes on a pad. First, Mink asked the rose-bush a question, then called the answer to Anna.
"Triangle," said Mink.
"What's a tri," said Anna with difficulty, "angle?"
"Never mind," said Mink.
"How you spell it?" asked Anna.
"T-R-I—" spelled Mink, slowly, then snapped, "Oh, spell it yourself!" She went on to other words. "Beam," she said.
"I haven't got tri," said Anna, "angle down yet!"
"Well, hurry, hurry!" cried Mink.
Mink's mother leaned out the upstairs window. "A-N-G-L-E," she spelled down at Anna.