A Busy Writer

An absent-minded writer was very busy at his desk one evening. Suddenly one of his children came into the room.

“What do you want?” asked the father. “I am very busy now.”

“Oh, Father, I only want to say Good-night,” said the boy.

“I have no time now,” answered the absentminded writer. “Tell me tomorrow morning. If I have time, I shall listen to you.”