“I don’t know.”
“Don’t know? Isn’t she in the loft?”
“No.”
“Well, perhaps she went to say goodby to the pigs.”
“She isn’t there.”
“She must be around here somewhere. She has no wings; she can’t fly.”
“I’m not so sure of that.” Mr. Alder smiled in a puzzled way at Mr. Ladd.
“That’s just like you men.”
Mrs. Alder went to the door and called as loudly as she could. Then she went to the barn and called again.
She looked all about. Mr. Alder looked all about. Mr. Ladd looked all about.