"Where is your father?"
"In Heaven," I answered, that being the place to which he had moved, as I understood it.
"Where do you live?"
"In Lickitysplit."
"How did you get here?"
"Dug Draper brought me. Do you know where Sally Dunkelberg lives?"
"Is she the daughter of Horace Dunkelberg?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Horace Dunkelberg," I amended.
"Oh, yes, I know her. Sally is a friend of mine. We'll get some breakfast and then we'll go and find her."
He carried me through the open door of his office and set me down at his desk. The cold air of the night had chilled me and I was shivering.