“Mamma didn’t give it to me.”
“Yes she did—Mamma gives you everything.”
“She didn’t,” insisted the boy. “My Uncle Martin bought it for me.”
“Your Uncle Martin?”
“Yes. He came every day to the Park, and then he put a note in the cabin, telling Mamma to come, and she came.”
“Where is the cabin?”
“You can’t find it, nobody but me.”
The boy in great glee pressed the spring.
“There’s no letter there!”