Clamp It!

The next day, Mrs. Whimbrel announced the arrival of a new student, Skye Bunting, and showed him to the empty desk in front of P. Martin.  Not only had he come prepared with school supplies and dictionary, but the definition of chevron neatly written on lined paper and sketches to match.  And, not just perfectly drawn V's and badges, but of a meadowlark with a black triangle marking its bold yellow chest.   

P. Martin leaned forward.  "Did you draw that?" he asked.  "I mean, draw it all by yourself?"

Skye nodded a yes.

"Wish I could draw like that," P. Martin said.  The picture reminded him of summer and the warmth Uncle Scout brought with him, every time he flew in for a visit.  


Mrs. Whimbrel posted the pictures on the board. "Chevron, indeed!" she clapped in delight.  "Why, these are positively gorgeous  -- just like Van Gogh's sunflowers!"


"Positively gorgeous," Jaeger mimicked, "just like Van Gogh's sunflowers." 

P. Martin swung around in his seat and said, "Clamp it!"