Judy was getting in deeper and deeper. She wished Peter would come back. He would know what questions to ask and how to answer those that the boy fired at her.
“He said,” Danny continued, eager to talk about it now, “that he’d work hard and save money and when I was ten years old we’d go back to the old house, and everything would be the way it was when Mother was alive. But it isn’t! The things in the house are all different.”
“How do you know that?” asked Judy. “I mean, how can you tell when you can’t get in?”
“Because those things the beavers dragged out aren’t our things. Anyway, I don’t think they are. You said that lady stick was a leg from your table.”
“I thought it was,” Judy replied quietly.
“But you aren’t sure?”
“Oh, Danny! I don’t know. I’m just as puzzled as you are,” Judy told him. “Can’t we be friends? Can’t we work out this puzzle together?”
“Not if it’s going to get my father in trouble.”
He stopped abruptly. Peter was coming toward them.
“Somebody shut Blackberry in the house,” he began. “I unplugged the hole but I couldn’t coax him out. Who do you suppose could have done a thing like that?”