CONFUSION
Mr. Churchouse was standing in his porch, when a postman brought him a parcel. It was a book, and Ernest displayed mild interest.
"What should that be, I wonder?" he said. Then he asked a question.
"Have you seen Bert, the newspaper boy? For the second morning he disappoints me."
But Bert himself appeared at the same moment and the postman went his way.
"No newspaper on Saturday—how was that?" asked Mr. Churchouse.
"I was dreadful ill and my mother wouldn't let me go outdoors," explained the boy. "I asked Neddy Prichard to go down to the baker's and get it for you; but he wouldn't."
"Then I say no more, except to hope you're better."
"It's my froat," explained Bert, a sturdy, flaxen youngster of ten.
"One more point I should like to raise while you are here. Have you noticed that garden chair in the porch?"