“Why, I didn’t know you could talk!” he exclaimed.
“If you knew how miserable I feel, you would not bother about that, but would take off my lid,” said the garbage can.
Then Robert saw how really ill the garbage can looked.
“You poor thing!” he exclaimed; “why, certainly I will lift your lid if that will help you.” As he raised the cover, a loaf of stale bread, a pork chop, and some apple parings fell out.
Oh, Thank You!
That is Better.
“Oh, thank you! That is better,” sighed the garbage can. “What a relief!”
“Shall I get a doctor?” asked Robert anxiously.