Thomas looked sheepish and explained with the uncertain expression of a little boy, “I guess so. I just fell a little.”
His mother eyed the pile of books in front of the dresser and immediately divined their purpose. Her face became severe as she asked, “And just what were you doing with those books, young man? Were you standing on them?”
Thomas suddenly remembered the object of his search and he said with a face that clouded over, threatening to rain tears, “My rolodex watch! I can’t find my gold wristwatch! I put it on top of the dresser two days ago and I can’t find it!”
His mother’s stern expression softened a bit as she said, “Oh, that! I put it in my jewelry box yesterday.”
