"What party, Mother?" he asked.
"I don't know," his mother replied. "I just thought you were dressed up for one."
And he looked down at his clean suit and his Sunday best shoes. And from out the corner of his eye he saw wet places on the floor and muddy tracks, about as big as his feet.
No answer now had Jehosophat. He guessed he would go into the parlour. So he sat down at the marble-topped table, and looked at the picture book which Uncle Roger had given him. It was full of great white ships sailing the blue sea.
For a moment he almost forgot all his troubles, so interested was he in looking at those great ships and their sails and all the wonderful fish.
Then suddenly he remembered.
He looked out through the door into the dining-room.
Mother wasn't saying anything. She was just busy. That was all.
But had she forgotten?
Somehow Jehosophat did not like the sad look on her face.