"Tommy," said Smithers, "what did you give him?"
The boy was about to answer when Mrs. Smithers rushed into the room.
"Where's the oysters?" she almost screamed.
"How should I know?" replied her husband. "Didn't I give them to you to cook?"
"You did, and I roasted them beautifully, took the top shells off, and left them on the stove in a big dish, while I went upstairs to tidy up."
Mr. Smithers bent a severe glance on Tommy.
"What did you give the horse?" he asked.
"The supper," replied Tommy.
"What?"
"The oysters. Thought that was what you meant."