Here True was interrupted by a sudden and unceremonious opening of the door. "Here, Uncle True, here's your package. You forgot all about it, I guess; and I forgot it, too, till mother saw it on the table, where I'd laid it down. I was so taken up with just coming home, you know."
"Of course—of course!" said True. "Much obleeged to you, Willie, for fetchin' it for me. It's brittle stuff it's made of, and most likely I should have smashed it 'fore I got it home."
"What is it?—I've been wondering."
"Why, it's a little knick-knack I've brought home for Gerty here, that——"
"Willie! Willie!" called Mrs. Sullivan from the opposite room, "have you been to tea, dear?"
"No, indeed, mother; have you?"
"Why, yes; but I'll get you some."
"No, no," said True; "Stay and take tea with us, Willie; take tea here, my boy. My little Gerty is making some famous toast, and I'll have the tea presently."
"So I will," said Willie! "No matter about any supper for me, mother, I'm going to have my tea here with Uncle True. Come, now, let's see what's in the bundle; but first I want to see little Gerty; mother's been telling me about her. Where is she? Has she got well? She's been very sick, hasn't she?"
"Oh, yes, she's nicely now," said True. "Here, Gerty, look here. Why, where is she?"