"But you said they'd sent for me." "Well," said Uncle Samuel, "that wasn't exactly true.

As a matter of fact, they don't know you were there." "Oh!" said Jeremy, the corner of his mouth turning down.

"Then I've told a lie again!" "Nonsense!" said Uncle Samuel impatiently.

"It wasn't you; it was I." "And doesn't it matter your telling lies ?" asked Jeremy.
The answer to this difficult question was, happily for Uncle Samuel, interrupted by the arrival of the household, who had careened up Orange Street in a cab.
When Mr.and Mrs.Cole saw Jeremy standing in the hall, his great coat still on and his muffler round his neck, there was a fine scene of wonder and amazement.
Uncle Samuel explained.

"It was my fault.