Now, who's had it?
There's no time to lose.
Look sharp! The stick's got to be found." Even Alice, the servant-girl, was drawn into the chase.

"You haven't been using it to poke the kitchen fire with by any chance ?" Stanley dashed into the bedroom where Linda was lying.

"Most extraordinary thing.

I can't keep a single possession to myself.

They've made away with my stick, now!" "Stick, dear?
What stick ?" Linda's vagueness on these occasions could not be real, Stanley decided.