So Arthur was full of Japan.
The most beautiful picture of all was of a stork, high up in a tall pine tree, and the branches of the pine tree, and the cones, and the pine needles were most beautifully drawn; and there was a nest with young storks in it, and behind the stork and the nest and the tall pine the sun was blazing with all his rays.

And Uncle Charley told us the story to it, and it was called "the Nest of the Stork." So when Arthur saw a stork standing among pine needles in his new book he shouted with delight, though the pine needles were rather badly done, with thick strokes.

But presently he said, "It's not nearly so good a stork as Uncle Charley's.

And where's the stem of the pine?
It looks as if the stork were on the ground and on the top of the pine tree too, and there's no nest.

And there's no sun.