“Evidently no one’s at home” I remarked, for something to say.  Evidently no one was.
     “I wonder where they’d keep it” Bill said, wandering over to a coal- house close by, inspecting the inside as much as possible thru a half inch crack in the door.
     “Let’s try the rabbit-house down there” I replied.  The building did not prove to be a rabbit-pen altogether.  Part of it, as we found on peering into a cob-web covered window has all sorts of trash in it.  That’s all I saw at least.  We could only see by drawing ourselves up to the window.  Bill tried it and in the glimpse he caught, saw the desired object.
     “Now the question is” said Bill