human
Joshua —she cried,—
gpt
Yes, dear heart, I hate to dispel thy illusion, but there is no lake there. It is a mirage.
human
A _mirage_? What’s a mirage, Father?
gpt
It is just an air-picture, my son, an optical illusion.
human
You mean —cried Joe, incredulously—
gpt
It is a trick of the plains, he said.
human
It almost seems that its only purpose is to torture and mislead thirsty travelers like ourselves.
gpt
But if it isn’t a lake, propounded Lige,
human
But don’t you notice, my boy, that the trees that appear to surround it are upside down?
gpt
I have never seen a mirage before, said Mr. Peniman,