"Perhaps we might if we knew where to look and what to look for," said
Violet with a smiling glance at Cousin Ronald.
"But where's that little pup that was in my pocket?" cried Don, as if with sudden recollection, and glancing about the floor. "I can't see how in the world he got there, nor how he got out again."
Just as he finished his sentence the puppy's whine was heard, seeming to come from behind the large armchair in which Cousin Ronald was seated.
"There he is now!" cried Don. "I wish he'd come out of that corner and let us all see him."
"Perhaps he will if you invite him," said the old gentleman, rising and pushing his chair a little to one side.
Don made haste to look behind it. "Why, there's nothing there!" he cried. "What does go with the little scamp?"
"Perhaps he's afraid of you, Don, so gets out of sight as fast as possible," said Percy.
"Then why did he get in my pocket?" asked Don; then added quickly, "But maybe he wasn't there, for I couldn't find him, though I clapped my hand on it the instant I heard his whine." Just then the whine, followed by a little bark, seemed to come from the farther side of the room, and the children hurried over there to make a vain search for the strangely invisible puppy.
"Where did it go to?" they asked. "How could it get away so fast? and without anybody seeing it?"
"Well, it isn't here, that's certain," said one. "Let's look in the hall."