Toory did not speak. He remembered that always, a direct command had to be responded to first. Higgins jerked at his arm. "Come with me, over here. Stand quiet."
They stood a few feet off the path, by the edge of a shrub. "She's blind, she can't see us," Higgins whispered. "And she mustn't hear us either. Don't make any noise!"
Silently Toory stood with his eye-beams wildly swaying. If only Miss Babs would give him a direct-order. He wanted so desperately to obey it.
Now the summer moonlight aureoled the slender figure of Babs as she came slowly along the garden path, feeling her way with her cane. If only he could have led her as he always did.
"Toory, surely I heard you opening the front door," she called out suddenly. "Where are you, Toory? Answer me!"
Before Higgins could interfere Toory spoke loudly. "Here I am, Miss Babs!"
"Toory, you shouldn't have come out. Did someone order you?"
"Yes, Miss Babs."
"Who was it, Toory?"