“No.”
“From the Blazing Star Company?”
“No.”
“From a store?”
“No.”
“Then, in created goodness!—WHERE did you get it?”
Johnny raised his brown-gooseberry eyes for a single instant to his mother's and said, “I found it.”
Mrs. Medliker gasped again and stared hopelessly at the ceiling. Yet she was conscious of a certain relief. After all, it was POSSIBLE that he had found it—liar as he undoubtedly was.
“Then why don't you say where, you awful child?”
“Don't want to!”