Greta nodded, and ran in to call Aunt Judith.
"There's the queerest looking boy sitting out on top of the old wooden pump, and he says he wants to see you," said Greta.
Half guessing who it was, for what other boy would make an early morning call, and choose so odd a seat while he waited, Aunt Judith went to the door, and looked out.
"Did you wish to see me?" she asked with a pleasant smile, but Gyp had apparently forgotten what he had intended to say.
"The nuts were fine," Aunt Judith said, "and I want to thank you for them."
"That's what I came fer. I wanted ter know if them nuts was any good?"
"They were very nice indeed, and Gyp, I'll give you something that will show you just what I did with them. Wait a moment."
Gyp waited, wondering if he had quite understood her. Who had ever given him anything?
Aunt Judith came to the door with a plate of sandwiches.
"There, Gyp," she said, "those sandwiches on that side of the plate are chicken but these on this side are filled with some of your nuts."