“Yes, yes.”
“Well, wait, I’m going to get my dinner,” for the first time this now coming into his mind, and he ran off to the side of the barn, where he had tucked his paper bundle.
“Why, where,—” he began, getting down on all fours. Then he sprang up. “It’s gone!” he shouted, with a very red face, over to Miss Miranda.
“What’s gone?” she screamed back.
“My dinner,—my whole dinner; and Polly did it up.”
Joel by this time was prancing about and shaking a piece of brown paper violently, but no dinner appeared. It was gone as completely as if there never had been any in the bundle.
“What was in it?” asked Miranda, leaning over to scrutinize the empty paper.
“My dinner!” choked Joel, waving the paper wrathfully.
“Well, what was it?” said Miranda, contemptuously.
“Bread.”