“Yes,” replied Joanna; “it sounded as if he was blowing some whistle, which he had made out of a willow.”
“I wish I could find him,” said Lucy.
Just at this moment, Lucy heard a long-drawn and very clear whistle, which seemed to be very near.
“Royal!” said Lucy; “Royal! is that you? Where are you?”
There was no answer, but only a repetition of the same shrill and long-protracted sound.
Lucy began to look eagerly around the yard.
“Royal!” said she, “Royal! is that you whistling?”
Another long whistle.
“Ah, Royal,” said Lucy, “I know where you are; you’ve hid somewhere. I know you.”
So saying, Lucy began to look around the yard in every direction, but no Royal was to be seen. She went to the garden gate, and looked under the shrubbery, but there was no Royal there.