He made the big mill that's up in our garret-- You haven't seen it yet, Uncle Charlie; it's going to be out on our lawn next spring--and he gave it to me for a--for a-- What kind of a present was that mill you gave me, Uncle Jed, that time when Mamma and Petunia and I were going back to Mrs.Smalley's because we thought you didn't want us to have the house any longer ?" Jed looked puzzled.
"Eh ?" he queried.

"What kind of a present?
I don't know's I understand what you mean." "I mean what kind of a present was it.

It wasn't a Christmas present or a birthday present or anything like that, but it must be SOME kind of one.

What kind of present would you call it, Uncle Jed ?" Jed rubbed his chin.
"W-e-e-ll," he drawled, "I guess likely you might call it a forget- me-not present, if you had to call it anything." Barbara pondered.
"A--a forget-me-not is a kind of flower, isn't it ?" she asked.
"Um-hm." "But this is a windmill.

How can you make a flower out of a windmill, Uncle Jed ?" Jed rubbed his chin.