"Where'th Gyp? Ma thaid: 'Find Gyp.'"
"Are you Gyp's little brother?" Harry asked.
The small head in the big hat nodded.
"What's your name?" inquired Harry.
"Motheth," said the child.
"Moses!" cried Harry. "You must be wise. Are you?"
"I do' no', but I got to find Gyp, for Ma thaid I wouldn't have no dinner unleth I found him, an' I want my dinner now."
"And yet you haven't found Gyp," Harry said. "Well, I saw him a little while ago at work on the lawn over at Captain Atherton's house. Run over there and look for him. Scoot! He may go off while you're waiting to think about it."
Wee Moses waited for no urging, but raced across Aunt Judith's lawn, out of the gate, and down the avenue, the tuft of red hair waving like a flaming feather on the crown of his hat.
"Just notice his speed," cried Harry, and Rose and Leslie laughed as the comical figure turned, and bolted up the driveway of the Atherton place.