It would not lie flat until he had placed the book at the upper edge and a pair of earthenware mugs at the lower corners. The others crowded around, and Nurse Jackson lifted Charlie Pill from the wheelchair so he could have a better view of it. “Why, it’s a crazy map of some kind,” Charlie Pill muttered. “There’s nothing crazy about it,” he told Charlie. “It’s just in a language you don’t understand. Latin or Greek, maybe.” “It’s not Latin,” Nurse Jackson said. “No, and it’s not Greek either. I don’t recognize those characters. But I do know it’s an original drawing by a very fine artist. It’s a beautiful piece of work.” Princess said breathlessly, “It’s absolutely unspeakably gorgeous!” “Sure is,” Diz Dobie agreed, and Lily Rose said, “If only we could read it!” “We don’t have to,” Brick told them. “It’s a map of this part of the country. See, here we are right down here!” The map was about two feet wide and more than twice as long, and it was drawn in exquisite detail and tinted with watercolors.
