“Why, Kid, look at your shoe!” she cried.
Kid looked. “Wh-what’s the matter with it?” he asked innocently.
“Why, it’s soaking wet, just soaking! And inside, too! Kid, you have been out!”
“Out! Me?” Kid laughed disdainfully.
“Then how did your shoes get wet?”
Kid thought hard. “I suppose,” he observed, “that I wore them in my dream. I remember it was very sloppy on the railroad track——”
“The idea! You don’t expect me to believe that, do you?”
“Why not?” asked Kid stoutly. “I did dream that I was walk——”
“You’ve been outdoors, Kid, and you know it; and I know it too, and so there’s no use fibbing about it. You might have caught your death, and I’ve a good mind to tell mama——”