“No it isn’t—that’s Seth Mead.”
“I tell you it’s Jerry Smith; if it isn’t I’ll eat him!”
Such is the dialogue; but pretty soon the boy comes along, and, behold, it is Seth Mead, and not Jerry Smith. “There!” says John—“now you’ve got to eat him, Phil!”
“Where is the hammer, Peter?” says his father.
“I don’t know, sir,” is the reply.
“But you had it last.”
“No, I didn’t, sir.”
“Yes you did; you took it yesterday.”
“Oh, yes, I remember—I took it—but I put it in the drawer again, where I got it.”
“Are you sure?”