“That’s so—I’d forgotten about the show!” exclaimed Mr. Brown. “Let’s see—when is it?”
“Day after to-morrow.”
“Whew!” whistled Daddy Brown. “We’ll have to work fast.”
“What can you do if you don’t get Patter back?” Mrs. Brown asked, as she passed the breakfast oranges to Bunny and Sue.
“We’ll have to postpone the show, I guess,” her husband replied. “It wouldn’t be much of a performance without Patter. He’s the chief performer.”
“Oh, we’ve just got to find him!” cried Bunny.
As you may imagine, neither the little boy nor his sister had very good appetites for breakfast. They were too worried about their lost dog. Patter truly was gone—there was no doubt of it.
After breakfast, even though he was in a hurry to get to his fish dock to see about the lobsters coming in, Mr. Brown remained around the house long enough to help Bunny and Sue search for their pet.
They looked in places where he had hidden before, but he did not pop out at them with joyous barks. They went over the fields and lots near the house, but no Patter answered to their calls and whistles.
Mr. Brown looked outside under the window of the shed, through which it seemed that Patter must have jumped to get away.