Harry nodded vehemently. Roy unfolded it and began to read.
“Why, it’s a deed!” he exclaimed.
“Yes!”
“And—and—why, say, Harry, that’s great!”
“Oh, come,” said Chub impatiently. “Let us into it!”
“Papa has given me the island!” cried Harry.
“The isl—you mean this island, Fox Island?”
“Yes, he’s given it to me—forever—and my ‘heirs and signs—’”
“Assigns,” corrected Roy.
“And—and it’s all my owntiest own!” ended Harry happily.