“Well, sir,” said Rollo, “and is not it?”
“No, not exactly,” replied his father. “If it should thunder while I was writing, do you suppose that it would interrupt me?”
“Yes, sir,” said Lucy; “I am sure I should.”
Mr. Holiday smiled. In fact, he perceived that he had fallen upon an unfortunate illustration.
“Well, then,” said he, “suppose that I were in a city, and were writing by a window, which opened upon a street, where a great many horses, and heavy wagons, and coaches, were passing; do you suppose that that noise would interrupt me?”
“Why, no, sir,” said Rollo.
“Well, now, suppose that I was seated at my own window, and saw a single horse, walking slowly into my garden; would not that interrupt me.”
“Yes, sir,” “Yes, sir,” answered Rollo and Lucy together.
“Because,” continued Mr. Holiday, “it would attract my attention. It would call upon me to do something; that is, to get up, and go and get somebody to drive him out.”
“Yes, sir,” said Rollo, “I think that would interrupt me.”