“I’m eager to find out why they sent for me,” Doris whispered in return. “It looks to me as though there’s something strange going on here.”
Save for the moaning of the wind, the old house was quiet, and presently the girls heard the front door slam shut.
“That was my illustrious cousin departing,” Doris murmured.
A few minutes later they heard two doors close farther down the hall and knew that Azalea and Iris had retired.
The girls closed their eyes and tried to go to sleep, but the brushing of the branches against the windows, and the weird sounds made by the wind, kept them in a state of nervous suspense. Then, just as Doris was dozing off, she heard a low whimpering moan from the yard below.
“Wags!” she whispered to Kitty.
“Maybe he’ll stop,” her chum suggested.
But Wags did not stop. He continued to whimper until the girls were afraid he would disturb the entire household.
“Poor thing!” Doris sympathized. “He’s out there all alone in a strange place. I’ll bet he’s lonesome.”
At last, unable to bear it any longer, she slipped out of bed and began to dress.