"Oh! I can," said Billy, walking toward the door of the house he thought he heard the voice coming from.
"Not that way—I'm across the street," called the voice.
"Oh!" said Billy, politely, starting across again, "I beg your pardon—I thought——"
"Think again," said the voice; "are you coming in or not? I'm not over here, I'm over there."
"Where?"
"Back where you're coming from."
"I thought you said—" began Billy.
"It doesn't make any difference what I said, I didn't say it," answered the voice.
Billy began to lose his temper.