“Alright, thank you very much.”

Hoyt wanted to say something but stopped himself. He wanted to say, “Don’t mention it”, but he did not manage to utter the words and ran home instead.

He muttered as soon as he arrived at his house’s entrance, “Mother, where is our bicycle?”

“What’s going on?”

Madame Leigh walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. “Where are you going with the bicycle when it’s almost night?”

Hoyt said, “Don’t mind that. I have something to do at the market. W