"Time to get ready for school." Eight-year-old Stewart heard his mother's voice as she laid a pile of clothes on his desk. "The socks are still a little damp," she said, "but they'll be O.K." Stewart sat up in his bed. "The blue-lined socks?" "Yes," Mother said playfully. "Your favorite."
Stewart sat up in his bed. "The blue-lined socks?"
"Yes," Mother said playfully. "Your favorite."