“Wot, Daniel?”
“Leo’s up in the house a-tryin’ ter climb out o’ the winder!”
“You don’t say!”
“Run up an’ catch him!”
“Why don’t you go?”
“I want ter watch out here fer him! If I go up he’ll drop anyway.”
“Drat the boy!” muttered Mrs. Hawkins, and she went for her old-time weapon, the broom.
Armed with this, she ascended the stairs. She entered the side bedroom, to which her husband had pointed, only to find it empty.
“He ain’t here!” she cried from the window.
“He’s somewhere? Root him out!” shouted Daniel Hawkins.