"Didn't Doctor give you something else?"
"No."
The word came with smothered indistinctness, but its meaning was unmistakable.
"What, nothing?"
David raised his head and caught hold of Mother's hand. He had grown very red in the face.
"Then what about the picture?" she asked, giving no heed to his embarrassment. "Where did you get that?"
Both of David's fists were now clinging fast to the woman's hand.
"Mother," he said, "I just tooked it."
"Oh, dear me!"
"Mother, I knocked it down. It broke. I tooked it."