"Perhaps; but that wasn't anything. I wonder you remember it."
Long silence on the part of Sam.
"I never forget anything," he observed at last. "Was it a big parcel or a little?"
"It was a small one."
"How small?"
"Oh, a thing a man could hold in his fist. Why do you ask about it?"
"Whim. I am trying to wake myself up. What was the shape of this parcel?"
"Bless me if I've given two thoughts to it."
"You'll get that blessing, Yox; for you've given more than two thoughts to it."
"I?"