‘it’s as plain as the nose on this stranger-man’s face,’ she said. ‘he has stuck my tegumai all full of spears, and frightened poor taffy so that her hair stands all on end; and not content with that, he brings me a horrid picture of how it was done. look!’ she showed the picture to all the neolithic ladies sitting patiently on the stranger-man. ‘here is my tegumai with his arm broken; here is a spear sticking into his back; here is a man with a spear ready to throw; here is another man throwing a spear from a cave, and here are a whole pack of people’ (they were taffy’s beavers really, but they did look rather like people) ‘coming up behind tegumai. isn’t it shocking!’