Don't you see?
If you're going to paint a picture you need something different from what you would if you were going to--to saw wood; and what this book tells is--is what I ought to give you to make you do each one, I should think, from what I've read so far.

Now don't you see how important it is?
What if I should give you the saw-wood kind of a breakfast when you were just going up-stairs to paint all day?
And what if I should give Uncle William a--a soldier's breakfast when all he is going to do is to go down on State Street and sit still all day ?" "But--but, my dear," began Uncle William, looking slightly worried, "there's my eggs that I _always_ have, you know." "For heaven's sake, Billy, what _have_ you got hold of now ?" demanded Bertram, with just a touch of irritation.
Billy laughed merrily.
"Well, I suppose I didn't sound very logical," she admitted.

"But the book--you just wait.

It's in the kitchen.

I'm going to get it." And with laughing eagerness she ran from the room.
In a moment she had returned, book in hand.
"Now listen.