"I know it now." Again Polly put down her embroidery.

She took the book.

"Plough!" said she.
"Plough ?" echoed Jinny vaguely, and turned a pair of soft, cow-like brown eyes on the blowflies sitting sticky and sleepy round the walls of the room.

"Wait a jiff ...

lemme think! Plough?
Oh, yes, I know.
P-l...." "P-l-o" prompted Polly, the speller coming to a full stop.
"P-l-o-w!" shot out Jinny, in triumph.
"Not QUITE right," said Polly.