“Where were you before that?” said Carl.
“I was in one or two rooms where such things are made, and where I was made.”
“Where were you before that?”
“I wasn’t a purse before that. I wasn’t anywhere.”
“What are you made of?” said Carl shortly.
“I am made of sealskin, the sides, and my studs and clasp are silver.”
“Where did the sides and the clasp come from?”
“How should I know?” said the purse.
“I didn’t know but you did,” said Carl.
“I don’t,” said the purse.