The immediate source of her knowledge was the discovery that Spunk had found her ball of black knitting yarn, and had delightedly captured it.

Not that he was content to let it remain where it was--indeed, no.

He rolled it down the stairs, batted it through the hall to the drawing-room, and then proceeded to 'chasse' with it in and out among the legs of various chairs and tables, ending in one grand whirl that wound the yarn round and round his small body, and keeled him over half upon his back.

There he blissfully went to sleep.
Billy found him after a gleeful following of the slender woollen trail.
Mrs.Stetson was with her--but she was not gleeful.
"Oh, Aunt Hannah, Aunt Hannah," gurgled Billy, "isn't he just too cute for anything ?" Aunt Hannah shook her head.
"I must confess I don't see it," she declared.

"My dear, just look at that hopeless snarl!" "Oh, but it isn't hopeless at all," laughed Billy.