Half guessing who it was, for what other boy would make an early morning
call, and choose so odd a seat while he waited, Aunt Judith went to
the door, and looked out.
"Did you wish to see me?" she asked with a pleasant smile, but Gyp had
apparently forgotten what he had intended to say.
"The nuts were fine," Aunt Judith said, "and I want to thank you for
them."
"_That's_ what I came fer. I wanted ter know if them nuts was any
good?"
"They were very nice indeed, and Gyp, I'll give you something that
will show you just what I did with them. Wait a moment."
Gyp waited, wondering if he had quite understood her. Who had ever
given him anything?
Aunt Judith came to the door with a plate of sandwiches.
"There, Gyp," she said, "those sandwiches on that side of the plate
are chicken but these on this side are filled with some of your nuts."
"Oh, who ever heard of bread stuffed with nuts!" he cried. "They're
_great_!" he cried a moment later, "but I don't want the plate. We
take what we eat in our _hands_ at home."
He suited the action to the words, for although the sandwiches were
small, he managed to grasp one with both hands, demonstrating that it
could be done.
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