“No, sir,” said Rollo; “I have looked all along the road, and inquired at the apothecary’s; but I can’t find any thing of it.”
“Well, now, I want you to tell me the whole story; and especially, if you have done wrong about it, in any way, don’t attempt to smooth and gloss it over, but tell me that part more plainly and distinctly and fully than any other.”
“Well, sir,” said Rollo, with a very serious air, “I will.
“We went to the apothecary’s to get some medicines for Sarah. When I was there, I put the change in the wallet, and put the wallet in this pocket.”
“It was a wallet, then,” said his father.
“Yes,” replied Rollo, “a wallet, or a small pocket-book. I suppose now, that it would have been better to have put it in some other pocket; because that was pretty full. So in that, I suppose, I did wrong. Then James and I came home, only we did not walk along directly; we played about a little from one side of the road to the other, and then we went under the great hemlock-tree, to see if we could not find another hemlock-seed.”
“Another hemlock-seed?” said his father.
“Yes, sir,” said Rollo; “I suppose it is a hemlock-seed.”
“What was it? a sort of a cone?”
“Yes, sir,” said Rollo; “with ridges upon it.”