‘look,’ said taffy, drawing very hard and rather scratchily, ‘now i’ve drawn you, and i’ve put the spear that daddy wants into your hand, just to remind you that you’re to bring it. now i’ll show you how to find my mummy’s living-address. you go along till you come to two trees (those are trees), and then you go over a hill (that’s a hill), and then you come into a beaver-swamp all full of beavers. i haven’t put in all the beavers, because i can’t draw beavers, but i’ve drawn their heads, and that’s all you’ll see of them when you cross the swamp. mind you don’t fall in! then our cave is just beyond the beaver-swamp. it isn’t as high as the hills really, but i can’t draw things very small. that’s my mummy outside. she is beautiful. she is the most beautifullest mummy there ever was, but she won’t be ‘fended when she sees i’ve drawn her so plain. she’ll be pleased of me because i can draw. now, in case you forget, i’ve drawn the spear that daddy wants outside our cave. it’s inside really, but you show the picture to my mummy and she’ll give it you. i’ve made her holding up her hands, because i know she’ll be so pleased to see you. isn’t it a beautiful picture? and do you quite understand, or shall i ‘splain again?’