"They have a dog in here, then?
They had no dog when they came.

That's funny!" "Open the door," said young Haight quietly.

Once inside Haight went directly to Vandover, crying out: "Come! come on, Van! come home with me." Vandover started suddenly, looking about him bewildered, drawing his hand across his face.
"Home," he repeated vaguely; "yes, that's the idea.

Let's go home.

I want to go to bed.