“I haven’t got it now. It’s gone,” said Tommy.
“Did some one take it—like Johnny’s?”
“No, I broke it,” said Tommy, crestfallen.
“You might mend it?” suggested his father.
“I broke it all up,” said Tommy, sadly.
“Ah, that is a pity,” said his father.
Tommy was still thinking.
“Father, why can’t I give him a box?” he said. “The basement and the wood-shed are full of big boxes.”
“Why not give him the one I gave you a few days ago?”
“I broke it up, too,” said Tommy shamefacedly.