At length she paused, not knowing where to look next; and, after resting a moment, she said,—
“Whistle again, Royal.”
So Royal whistled again. The sound seemed to come from upwards, and Lucy looked up towards the house.
“Ah,” said she, “Royal, I know where you are. You are in the house, by some of the windows. I know—you are at mother’s window—or else at Joanna’s. Joanna, isn’t he in your room?”
“No,” said Joanna.
“And don’t you know where he is?”
“Yes,” said Joanna.
“Well, tell me then; do, Joanna. I’m tired of looking for him.”
Joanna only smiled; and Lucy, finding that she could get no information from her, said that she knew Royal was in the house; and she ran in, and went up stairs to search the chambers which looked out towards that side of the house, especially such as had any windows open. She looked in them all in vain. Then she went into Joanna’s room, and stood by her side, leaning her arms upon the window sill, and looking out the window.
“Royal,” said she, “I should think you might tell me where you are.”