Partly due to the fact that the story is narrated through Dickie's eyes-- we can get a sense of the poetic definition he assigns to his environment. Everything is seen with some sort of beauty to it, from the "hardy things like red and yellow nasturtiums ... lilac bush[es] with brown surely leaves, [growing] out of the cracked earth" (Munro 2), to the "red brick ... glaring in the midst of the towns walls of faded, pale-painted wood" (2). On the other hand, George's opinions of the little town are rather crude, which unlike Dickies is less poetic in nature: "What a dump! Jesus what a dump!" (2). Furthermore, his unrefined behaviour is a testament to his dim actions: "George always read everything out loud-- posters, billboards ... signs"
Partly due to the fact that the story is narrated through Dickie's eyes-- we can get a sense of the poetic definition he assigns to his environment. Everything is seen with some sort of beauty to it, from the "hardy things like red and yellow nasturtiums ... lilac bush[es] with brown surely leaves, [growing] out of the cracked earth" (Munro 2), to the "red brick ... glaring in the midst of the towns walls of faded, pale-painted wood" (2). On the other hand, George's opinions of the little town are rather crude, which unlike Dickies is less poetic in nature: "What a dump! Jesus what a dump!" (2). Furthermore, his unrefined behaviour is a testament to his dim actions: "George always read everything out loud-- posters, billboards ... signs"