"Here what is?" demanded Mrs. Lively shortly, without looking up. Her two hands were engaged—one in pressing the cover on a can, the other in pouring wax where a bubble persistently appeared.
"This," answered Napoleon.
"What?"
"Purse."
"Purse!" she screamed. "Is the money in it?" She dropped her work and took eager possession of it. "Where did you find it?"
"Big apple tree," replied Napoleon.
"Under the apple tree?"
"Fork," was the lad's emendation.
"Why in the name of sense do you have to bite off all your sentences? They are like a chicken with its head off. Do you mean to say that you found the purse in the fork of the big apple tree?"
"Do; and pipe."