“It is up in our room, under Susan’s bed,” said Jenny.
“How in the world did it get there?” asked Philip, in much surprise.
“She put it there herself, but what for I don’t know.”
“Go right up-stairs and get it,” said Phil.
And away ran Jenny.
She soon reappeared, carefully holding the gun out before her with both hands.
“Which end of it is loaded?” she said.
“Neither end, you goose,” replied Philip. “When there is a load in it, it is about the middle.”
“I don’t know anything about guns,” said Jenny. “I meant which side of it is loaded?”
“There isn’t any load in it now,” said Philip. “We always fire off the guns before we bring them in.”