“Don’t worry, Jane,” replied Clever John, “Your mother is a good egg (tell her I told you that) and she will come around.”
This time, Crazy Jane herself appeared. She was like a sunbeam coming from a pocket in a cloud. Crazy Jane listened to John, then touched his ear and whispered:
Clever John did not ask more questions. Crazy Jane, too, thought better of it, and continued with instructions of what to do.
“As large as the largest puddle,” answers John.