She wanted a sail for that shingle craft I whittled out for her.
Course if I'd had on my specs I presume likely I'd have noticed that 'twas an out of the common sort of paper, but--I was wearin' 'em in my pants pocket just then." "Where did you get it ?" demanded Rayburn, addressing Barbara.

The child looked frightened.

Major Grover smiled reassuringly at her and she stammered a rather faint reply.
"I found it blowing around up on the little hill there," she said, pointing.

"It was blowing real hard and I had to run to catch it before it got to the edge of the water.

I'm--I--I'm sorry I gave it to Uncle Jed for a sail.