She rose up in bed and looked about the room.

The broad moon flooded it with light, so that she could see he was not asleep in his chair, as she had supposed.

There was something ominous in his disappearance.
"Ethan! Ethan Ripley, where are yeh ?" There was no reply to her sharp call.

She rose and distractedly looked about among the furniture, as if he might somehow be a cat and be hiding in a corner somewhere.

Then she went upstairs where the boy slept, her hard little heels making a curious _tunking_ noise on the bare boards.