She looked out, but could not see him.

Then, lest he had not left the room, she got a chair and carried it about, standing on it to examine the walls, and see if Barry was hidden among the pictures and bric-a-brac.

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.