“Why, I took it off,” said Phonny, “to make a little stool of. I wanted a square board just about that size.”
“And did you make a stool?” asked Stuyvesant.
“No,” said Phonny. “I found that I could not bore the holes for the legs. I tried to bore a hole, but I split the board.”
“Then I must find another piece of board, somewhere,” said Stuyvesant.
Stuyvesant next turned his attention to the great door. He swung it to and fro, to see if the hinges were in order. They were. Next he shut it, but he found there was nothing to keep it shut.
“There used to be a button,” said Phonny.
“Where is the button now?” asked Stuyvesant.
“I don’t know,” said he. “Let me see;—it must be about here somewhere.”
So saying, Phonny began to look around upon the ground. There was some litter upon the ground, formed of sticks, straws, &c., and Phonny began to poke this litter about with his foot.