By this time the grocery boy was at the back door. Mother met him.
“Your groceries, Madam,” said the boy as he put the box on the kitchen floor.
“Thank you,” said Mother.
When the boy went back to his wagon, Bobby asked, “Is that your horse?”
“No, but I drive it.”
“Is that your wagon?” asked Betty.
“No,” answered the grocery boy. “It belongs to the groceryman.”
“What is in the wagon?” asked Bobby.
“Groceries.”
“What are you going to do with them?” asked Bobby.