“Yes, in the autumn and once already this season there was a hunt, Flo says. It was Miss Letty who let the dogs out to go to it, and Silver Tongue, the foxhound, who showed them the way. My, but they had fine running and catching, only Flo says that their getting out was an accident, and that Mr. Hugh was very angry, but Squire Burley and Miss Jule only laughed and laughed, and it was a week before the dogs all got back.”
“Hurry up, and go on and tell about it,” said Waddles, sniffing uneasily. “Mistress will be at home soon, and then you will have to go out to bed, and I sha’n’t hear what they hunted.”
“They are here now,” said Happy, holding her head on one side, for though she could not hear, she could feel the vibration of coming footsteps.
“Keep quiet,” said Waddles, “it is so dark that maybe mistress will go by and forget you.”
Miss Letty feeding the Kennel Dogs.
The master went through the hallway to the library, Tommy stumbled sleepily along toward the stairs, holding his mother’s hand, while Anne went to the table where the moonlight showed her that the camera was safe and sound, and after giving it a caressing touch, called Waddles and went up to bed, but not to sleep.