“Who was he? What was it?” Mr. Duwell pretended to be very curious.
“Guess! See if you can guess!”
“Let me see—oh, yes, it must have been the mayor with a pound of butter.”
“Guess again,” shouted the children.
“A policeman, with a bottle of ink.”
“No, guess again!”
“I give it up.”
“The bread man with that loaf of bread,” cried the children, pointing to the loaf on the table.
“Well, well, I believe you are right, children,” said their father. “I certainly ought to have guessed, although I never thought of the bread man as a very important man before.”