So we all three went to the library and to the table. Bird and pencil-case had vanished! The doctor was astonished; I and my father were not, but laughed to each other at the doctor’s expression of surprise.
“What do you say now, doctor?” quizzed my delighted parent.
“That they are gone!” he replied.
“It could not be by ‘the boy home for the holidays,’ now, could it?”
“But the bird, sir—where is the bird?” exclaimed the doctor, who fairly felt himself in a dilemma.
“Gone to his storehouse,” replied my father.
“And where is that?”
“I have not been able to discover.”
“Have you taken any means to do so?”
“I have not. Can you suggest any?” inquired my father.