But no Barry was there.
She at last sank down, exhausted, on a sofa.

She heard a wicked, little peep, and looking up, saw Barry sitting on one of the rounds of the chair that she had been carrying about to look for him.

He had been there all the time.

She was so glad to see him, that she never thought of scolding him.
He was never allowed to fly about the dining room during meals, and the table maid drove him out before she set the table.

It always annoyed him, and he perched on the staircase, watching the door through the railings.