"He is upstairs fast asleep."
"You don't know what a relief that is!" sighed Mr. Eller. "My wife is nearly distracted at the thought that he may be wandering about in the woods or the fields."
"We'll bring him over in the morning," said Mr. Anning.
"I think I'd better take him with me," said Mr. Eller. "It will calm Mary to have him right under her eyes with the other children."
"I know how she feels," said Mrs. Anning. "I will get him ready."
After he had been asleep for a long, long while, Bobby woke to find himself dressed in his own clothes and in the arms of the Lady Who Likes Little Boys. She was speaking.
"He is so tired and sleepy, Mr. Eller. It's a pity to wake him. I wish you would let me have him until morning."
"My wife's worried sick by his disappearance," replied a voice that was familiar to Bobby. He turned his head about to see. It was the Man Who Lets You Play with the Puppy. In the doorway stood another man, a big man with a mustache whose ends curled up. He came forward, smiling at Bobby, and held out his hand.
"Well, young man, I didn't expect to see you again so soon, and in my own house, too."