“He went to sleep before I did,” I said bitterly.
“Humph!”
“Don’t be angry with me, Uncle Bob,” I cried. “I did try so hard.”
“Did you take anything last night after I left you?”
“No, uncle. You know I was very sleepy when you called me.”
“Nothing at all?”
“Only a drop of water out of the bottle.”
“Go and fetch what is left,” he said. “Or no, I’ll come. But Piter; what did he have?”
“I don’t know, only that he seemed to pick up something just as we were walking along the yard. That’s all.”
“There’s some fresh mischief afoot, Cob,” cried Uncle Bob, “and—ah, here it is! Well, my man, what is it?”