One day my father took us for a family drive in the country. We arrived home before seven. Dad pulled into the driveway and we got out. Dad walked to the door. His hand came out of his pocket. He tried his other pockets, but they too were empty. He realized that he didn't have his door keys. He tried the window. It was firmly shut. He went around to the back, and we followed, but mother was always afraid of burglars, and the rear windows were just as tightly closed. 'John, run up to Mr. Wilson and ask if you can borrow his ladder,' he said. I went too, and in a few moments we were back with it. 'Mr. Wilson says he wants the ladder back right away.' We took it around to the back, and David went up the ladder while dad held it. The front door was soon open, and we left Mary and Susan to prepare dinner while we returned the ladder.