“Yes, we’d better look in the oat bin,” agreed Mrs. Brown.
The cover was raised, and the boys and Sue’s mother peered into the big box, hoping to see the little girl. But Sue was not there.
“Where can the child be?” exclaimed Mrs. Brown.
“Maybe Patter can find her,” said George.
“Oh, that’s right!” chimed in the other boys.
“Patter found the caps we threw into the water,” said Charlie. “So he ought to find Sue.”
“Go find her, Patter!” ordered Bunny, snapping his fingers. “Go find Sue!”
Patter seemed to understand. He pricked up his ears and cocked his head on one side. Then, with a bark, he ran to different parts of the barn, poking his nose into all sorts of odd places. Bunny had taught him this trick, which, in a way, was like playing hide-and-seek.
Once, when he was running around this way, looking for little lost Sue, Patter stopped near a hole and began barking loudly.
“Oh, he’s found her! He’s found her!” cried Bunny.