I wonder where they can be.

Maybe they were left outside in the storm when we all ran indoors in such a hurry.

Maybe the twins were playing with them." She leaned out of the door, peering into the night.

"Heah, Bob!" she called, snapping her fingers, and whistling the shrill signal she always gave when she fed them.

There was no response from the darkness outside, and she turned indoors repeating the whistle, and calling, "Heah, Bob! Heah, puppy! Come to yo' miss!" In answer there was a stir under the low Persian couch in the library, then a whine, and an inquiring little nose was thrust through the heavy knotted fringe that draped the lower part of the couch.