“He is drowned!”
“He is run over!”
“He is—”
“Here he is!”
So he was! They had looked everywhere and inquired of everybody, and given up in despair. Papa and Jotham had gone to get help in searching for him. Mamma was in distress. And there little Boy Blue came walking into the house himself!
“Where have you been?” cried the sisters.
He had followed the monkey until he was tired, had come back unseen, had climbed into the hammock in the orchard, and had been asleep there ever since.
“And we just crazed about ye, ye bad boy!” said Norah, while mamma hugged him.
“You needn’t fink I’d get lost,” said Boy Blue, proudly. “I don’t do such fings. I want my supper!”
He had it. But at our house we still keep asking this question: