"Scratch! Scratch! Scratch!" it went.
"Oh, Bunny!" cried Sue, rolling over in the bunk, so she could easily slip over the edge, and be nearer to her brother. "It's something trying to get in."
"Yes," said Bunny. "It does sound like that."
"Maybe—maybe it's a wolf, Bunny!"
Bunny looked at the door and windows to make sure they were closed.
"There aren't any wolves up here," he said, shaking his head.
"How do you know?" Sue asked.
"'Cause I asked Grandpa Brown if there were any bears, and he said there wasn't any—not a one. And wolves are always where bears are. So if there aren't any bears there aren't any wolves. Sue."
"Maybe," said Sue. "But what is it scratching at the door, Bunny?"
"I don't know, Sue. I could open it and look out. Shall I?"