“What do you mean by that, father?” asked Lucy.
“Why, that I should have liked to have done something myself about this box. Mother formed the plan and found the box, and Royal has lined it. Joanna made the paste, and you,—you have done something, I suppose.”
“Yes, father,” said Lucy, “I held down the corners of the great sheets, while Royal was pasting them.”
“Yes,” rejoined her father, “all have helped excepting me.”
“Well, father,” said Royal, “I wish you would make us a till.”
“A till,” repeated his father; “what kind of a till?”
“Why, a till here in the side,” said Royal, “to keep the small things in.”
Royal explained more fully to his father what he meant by a till; and his father said that he would see if he could make one; and that he would go to work upon it that very evening, after tea.
Accordingly, about an hour after this conversation, they all came out into the kitchen to see the process of making the till. Royal and Lucy set out the table, and put the box upon the back side of it. Their mother brought her work, and took her seat upon the side opposite to the one where the children had placed a chair for their father.
“What do you suppose father is going to make the till of, Royal?” asked Lucy.