“I guess I did!” replied Bobby hoarsely; “I never was so hot in my life! We was rolling a great big snow-ball; the biggest we ever made.”
“And when you stopped rolling, what did you do?”
“I stood still and watched the other fellows, four of them; it was as much as they could do to move it an inch.”
“Stood still in the sharp wind, all in a perspiration, I suppose! And did you have your overcoat on?”
“No, ma’am,” said Bobby hoarsely, his cheeks growing red for shame. “I forgot.”
“And don’t you remember, Bobby, how often I have told you not to stand still, out in a cold wind, when you are warm?”
Said Bobby, “I forgot.”
Now the truth is, that you are very well acquainted with Bobby, for that night’s work for father and mother, and grandma, and auntie, and the doctor and himself is a fair specimen of what Bobby can do for the discomfort of the world; and the words on his lips in excuse for all sorts of heedlessnesses, and even downright disobediences, are always “I forgot.”
Oh, me! What a “forgetter” has Bobby!
Pansy.