"Bubbles, where are you?" called Mr. Dallas. He heard a scrambling overhead, and a delighted reply.
"Hyah, sah, hyah I are."
He looked all around, but did not see her.
"Where are you?" he asked again.
"On de roof, sah."
"Well, why don't you get down?"
"Ain't no way, sah; done tucken de ladder away."
Mr. Dallas found the ladder and put it up, and Bubbles scrambled down.
"Have you been up there all this time?"
"Yas, sah," said Bubbles, scraping one foot with the bare toes of the other.