3 hours out of his way, County Boss Jameson finally reached the wise lady’s sea-swelling dwelling. “Oh wise lady” he said, “I’m miserable.” The wise lady responded heartily, “I’d be miserable too doing a job such as yours! Have you lost sight of yourself?” He paused. “How can you say that? I see myself just right. All those countrypeople have the wrong idea of me, though. I spend booklengths in my head toiling over what color should go first in my sketch papers, yet all they see me do is post numbers on their doors!” The wise lady sighed.