"I spex somebody had taken it," said Margery breathlessly.
"Well, it had all gone SOMEHOW."
"Perhaps somebody had swallowed it," said Margery, a little carried away by the subject. "By mistake."
"Anyhow, it was gone. And he had to come home again without any money. He hadn't gone far—"
"How far?" asked Margery. "As far as THAT?" and she measured nine inches in the air.
"About forty-four miles—when he came to a beautiful garden."
"Was it a really lovely big garden? Bigger than ours?"
"Oh, much bigger."
"Bigger than yours?"
"I haven't got a garden."