Daisy studied and thought. The Chinese puzzle got no
attention. At last she cried, "June, I should like to have my
Egyptian spoon."
"What is that, miss Daisy?"
"My Egyptian spoon; it is a long, carved, wooden thing, with
something like a spoon at one end; it is quite brown. Look for
it in the next drawer, June, you will find it there. It don't
look like a spoon."
"There is nothing like it in this drawer, Miss Daisy."
"Yes, it is. It is wrapped up in paper."
"Nothing here wrapped in paper," said June, rummaging.
"Aren't my chessmen there? and my Indian canoe? and my
moccasins? —"
"Yes, Miss Daisy, all them's here."
"Well, the spoon is there too, then; it was with the canoe and
the moccasins."
"It ain't here, Miss Daisy."
"Then look in all the other drawers, June."
June did so; no spoon.
Daisy half raised herself up for a frightened look towards her
"cabinet." "Has anybody done anything to my drawers while 1
have been away?"
"No, Miss Daisy, not as I know of."
"June, please, look in them all — every one."
" 'Taint here, Miss Daisy."
Daisy lay down again and lay thinking. "June, is mamma in her
room?"
"Yes, Miss Daisy."
"Ask her — tell her I want to speak to her very much.
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