“I daresay I shall find it,” said Fanny, supposing that her brother had left it in his room, or else in the hall.
She soon came back saying that she had hunted everywhere, but could not find it.
“I suppose the somebody who stole my whip, has taken that,” growled Norman.
“My dear, no one in this house would I am sure steal anything,” said Mrs Leslie, “but a friend, who considered that you would make a bad use of your whip, has undoubtedly put it out of your way. Do not let me bear you make that remark again.”
“There are thieves everywhere,” muttered Norman.
At that moment, Trusty was seen coming along one of the walks, dragging something brown, and tossing it playfully about. On he came till he reached the lawn.
“Why, Norman, I believe the dog has got your football, though he has managed to let the wind out of it,” exclaimed Captain Vallery.
“Oh, the thief, beat him, papa!” cried Norman.
“Oh, pray not!” exclaimed Fanny, “I am sure Trusty did not intend to hurt Norman’s ball,” cried Fanny, running forward and catching Trusty. “Give it up, sir, give it up, you do not know the mischief you have done,” she added.
“Oh, but he must have stolen it, and see he has made a great hole in it with his teeth!” exclaimed Norman.