“What’s he bringing that box down for?” I asked.
Bijou and I were friendly again now. He was often friendly with me when the other dogs were not there, and I liked him better than the others, even if he had bitten me that time.
“It isn’t a box, it’s a trunk,” said he. “Every time the family is going away James brings the trunks down and Mary put the clothes in them, and then she shuts the trunks and men come and take them away.”
“So bringing down the trunks means people are going away?”
“Yes,” said Bijou.
“The Mistress and the Master, and Tommy, too?”
“Yes.”
That worried me.
James took that trunk into the mistress’s room, and he went up and brought down another and put it in the master’s room, and then he brought still another and put it in Tommy’s room.
He lifted the top of the one in Tommy’s room, and took part of the trunk out and set it on the floor.