The sister helped him search the house.
"I cannot imagine where he went," exclaimed the sister.
Then they saw a strange sight.
From the big workbasket, where the sister kept her lace, came Trompke. He was completely wrapped in beautiful lace. He looked like a bride. His train was long and flowing. Upon his head was a lace cap. His dog face peered forth anxiously.
HIS DOG FACE PEERED FORTH ANXIOUSLY
His tail stirred the lace train as it wagged, as if it were asking, "Were you looking for me?" For, you know, dogs speak with their tails.
Trompke waddled up to Philippe and continued to talk in tail language as if he were saying, "I was fast asleep in the workbasket. I was very tired. The lace was soft."
As soon as Philippe recovered from his amazement, he fell on his knees and began to untangle the lace from the dog's body.