“What do you mean by sequel?” said Lucy.
“I will tell you when I am ready, to-morrow, to give you the sequel.”
So Lucy went away to find her brother Royal.
She thought it probable that he was in the back yard or garden, but she could not find him in either place. She stood at the garden gate, and called,—
“Royal! Royal! where are you?”
But there was no answer.
“Joanna,” said Lucy, “do you know where Royal is?”
For, just at that moment, she saw Joanna sitting at the window of her room.
“No,” said Joanna, “I don’t know; but he can’t be far off, for it is only a few minutes since I heard him whistle.”
“Whistle?” said Lucy.