There was no answer. Tippy did not hear. So putting Nancy Lee down on the edge of Alice’s dress, Sally tiptoed off round the corner of the house.
Alice heard her calling, ‘Tippy! Tippy! Tip!’
But back came Sally, shaking her yellow head.
‘He isn’t anywhere. He doesn’t answer,’ said she. ‘I wonder what Mother will say when she comes home.’
What Mother said was that she thought Tippy was probably taking a nap.
‘Or else he has gone off to play somewhere,’ said she. ‘He knows he was a naughty dog. He will be back at dinner time. Wait and see.’
But the long day passed and still Tippy did not come.
Father came home, dinner was over, bedtime drew near.
‘Do you think he is lost, Father?’ asked Sally for at least the tenth time.
‘No, I don’t think he is lost,’ answered Father patiently. ‘I think he will come home again.’