"He was outside, chained up to his kennel, miss," was the answer.
"Outside! But when he was once in the house he couldn't possibly get out again. He came running up the stairs, and I couldn't think what it was for a minute."
"He was in his kennel when we came down this morning, miss," said Jane.
Guy burst out into a roar of laughter.
"Well, I'm blest!" he cried. "You are a pair! First there's Elsie's yarn about that grindstone, and now you try to stuff some silly story into us of Bob's running about the house when he was outside all the time."
"But he was in the house," cried Ida, flushing. "He came upstairs to me, and I sent him down again."
"Then if he was in the house, will you tell me how he could have got out again before the servants came down to open the door? You girls must have eaten something for supper last night that didn't agree with you, and both had nightmare. Next time you get it, don't come across to our door."
"Now, now!" interrupted Mrs. Ormond, who saw that Ida was about to make an angry retort, and judged that the discussion had gone far enough. "Come, you boys will be late if you don't make haste with your breakfast. Are you going to play football this afternoon, Brian?"
"Yes, aunt; it's a match."
"Shall you want to take your things with you?"