"Some boys brought it in, I am telling you," the baker answered. "Two boys."
"Did you know them? Was one my son Teddy?" asked Mr. Martin.
"I do not know—I forgot to look I was in such a hurry, for my bread was almost burning in my oven. I run to the store quick, as I am all alone now; I wait on the boys, they want cookies; and I run back to my oven. Now I come—the rats—the mice!" and Mr. Capper, who was a Frenchman, raised his hands in the air over his head in despair.
"I wonder if Ted could have done this?" mused Mr. Martin.
And then he heard Teddy's voice calling:
"Come on, Jim! Here they are! We left the rats here, and—Oh, I say! Look! They got out of the cage, and look what they're doing to the buns!"
A moment later Teddy Martin came pushing his way through the crowd now in the bakery.