“My, there wasn’t much fun in that,” said Wallace.
“No, indeed. You remember the deep snow in March last winter. I asked our milkman what time he started on his rounds. What do you think he said?”
“Six o’clock,” replied Wallace.
“Earlier than that, son,” said Mrs. Duwell. “He laughed and said, ‘I have to load up and start by three o’clock to serve all my customers before breakfast.’”
“Yes,” added Ruth, “teacher told us about that and asked what would happen if the driver overslept and did not get over the route before breakfast.”
“What did you answer?”
“Why, that we might have to do without milk for breakfast.”
“Or we might have to wait for breakfast until eleven o’clock,” said Wallace.
“Oh, Wallace,” cried Ruth, “I didn’t say that! If we waited for breakfast until eleven o’clock we would be dreadfully late for school.”
“And dreadfully hungry, too,” said Wallace. “I’m glad our milkman gets up on time.”