Old Dick could not seem to realize this at first. When he did, his features broadened into a smile. "Well, I thought," he said. Then he suddenly became grave again, as he remembered that, after all, we had not found Job.
We hunted all over the premises, and Old Dick went around to the neighbors and made inquiries, but it was all in vain. Job was nowhere to be found.
The next day, as I was passing through an unoccupied room at the back part of the house, I thought I heard a noise, like something falling, in a long disused closet. I opened the door to see what it was. All that I could see was a pair of bright eyes peering out from the cave-like blackness of the closet. I started back in fear.
"Don't be skeered, missus."
"Job!" I cried.
The boy tumbled out on to the floor at my feet.
"Don't whip me, missus, please don't whip me."
"Whip you, Job? of course not."
"Is de turkey alibe, missus?"
"Yes. What ever put it into your head to play such a trick as this?"