“Where’s Uncle John?”
“He hasn’t been home.”
“Has he got ’portant business too?”
“’Specs he has, honey.”
“It doesn’t seem nice to take breakfast without papa,” said the little boy.
“You may consider me your papa, Frank,” observed Ernest.
“But you’re not big enough to be a papa.”
When breakfast was over there was the long day before them to be filled up in some way.
“Don’t you ever wish to go out of the cave, Frank?” asked Ernest.
“Where?” asked the little boy.