“Come on now, we’ll go,” said Bunny, stuffing the cookies and cakes into his pockets. “But don’t make any noise.”
“Why not, Bunny?”
“’Cause! You think I want somebody to see us and stop us? If they hear us they’ll say we oughtn’t to go and look for Patter all by ourselves. But I guess we can find him.”
“I guess so, too,” agreed Sue.
Quietly the children went out the side door to a porch that was not often used, and then they scurried through the back yard to the lots and vacant fields beyond.
“Now we’ll go find Patter!” declared Bunny.
“Do you know where to look?” asked Sue.
“No. But I guess maybe he’d go where there was a lot of other dogs,” suggested Bunny. “Maybe he was lonesome or he wanted to learn new tricks for the show, and so he went where he could talk to other dogs.”
“Dogs can’t talk!” declared Sue.
“Well, they almost can,” asserted her brother. “Anyhow, they can waggle their tails and it looks like talking. So I think Patter went to find other dogs. And do you know where most of the dogs are in this town?”