"Did you fly over the fence, or through it?" asked his brother, quite surprised.
"Neither one nor the other," replied Uncle Dozie, sulkily. "I came through the gate."
"Gate!—why there never was a gate here!"
"There is one now."
And so there was; part of the paling had been turned into a narrow gate.
"Why, who cut this gate, I should like to know?"
"I did."
"You did, Jem? What for?—What is the use of it?"
"To go through."
"To go where? It only leads into Mrs. Wyllys's garden."