Missy, you may come with me, if you please, and sketch me at work in the mill-wheel.

You have drawn that wheel such a sight of times, you must know every feather of it better than the man who made it." "Uncle Sam, you are too bad," I said.

"I have never got it right, and I never shall." I did not dare as yet to think what really proved to be true in the end--that I could not draw the wheel correctly because itself was incorrect.

In spite of all Mr.Gundry's skill and labor and ingenuity, the wheel was no true circle.

The error began in the hub itself, and increased, of course, with the distance; but still it worked very well, like many other things that are not perfect.
Having no idea of this as yet, and doubting nothing except my own perception of "perspective," I sat down once more in my favorite spot, and waited for the master to appear as an active figure in the midst of it.