Something very unusual happened to me this morning.
Really? What was it?
I was studying in the classroom when Tom came rushing in.
Yes?
He told me there was a telegram for me at the gate house! Someone was ill in my family.
Goodness me! I hate telegrams. They seldom bring any good news.
Yes, that's just how I felt. My legs turned to water, so I asked Tom to accompany me to the school gate.
I can imagine how you felt.
On my way to the school gate I was thinking terrible things. What could have happened at home, you know, and all that.
Yes, of course. I understand.
So when I tore the telegram open, my fingers were trembling.
Dear me!
But when I read the telegram, I just couldn't make heads or tails out of it.
How strange! What did it say?
It said: Return immediately. Uncle seriously ill.
Oh, I am sorry to hear that.
But the surprising part about it is that I have no uncle.
Indeed!
I could hardly believe my own eyes. But it was written there in black and white. Then I happened to glance at the address to a 'Carl', not 'Carol'.
Well, I never!
You can never imagine how relieved I was.
Yes. What a relief! But what did Tom have to say?
Tom was so embarrassed. He kept apologizing all the way back.
He has always been quite careless.