"I thought you said it was a bo-at."

"Stupid pet! Don't you know what a poet is?"

"Why, a thing to sail on the water in."

"Well, perhaps you're not so far wrong. Some poets do carry
people over the sea. But I have no business to talk so much.
The man is a poet."

"The boat is a boat," said Diamond.

"Can't you spell?" asked North Wind.

"Not very well."

"So I see. A poet is not a bo-at, as you call it. A poet is
a man who is glad of something, and tries to make other people
glad of it too."

"Ah! now I know. Like the man in the sweety-shop."

"Not very. But I see it is no use. I wasn't sent to tell you,
and so I can't tell you. I must be off. Only first just look at
the man."

"He's not much of a rower" said Diamond--"paddling first with one
fin and then with the other."

"Now look here!" said North Wind.