CHAPTER XIII
GIFTS
"Cousin Rob," said Beatrice, the next morning, "I think you're dreadfully stupid."
"Why?"
"Because—yesterday, you know."
"You're indefinite."
"Why, when Aunt Eleanor was telling about the quilt that was stolen—a white quilt, with blue stars—you didn't know where it was."
"Did you?"
"Of course I did—it's in the little house in the woods."
"I wasn't in the house, Bee—you told me about it, but I didn't see it."