I must send my brains about and make a discovery or two for myself.

It is well I have a few days to spend at home.

And now to the first part of the business in hand.

Hast thou any special way of calling thy dog?
It is a moonlit night, I believe.' He rose and went to the window, over which hung a heavy curtain of Flemish tapestry.
'It is a three-quarter old moon, my lord,' said Dorothy, 'and very bright.

I did use to call my dog with a whistle my mother gave me when I was a child.' 'Canst thou lay thy hand upon it?
Hast thou it with thee in Raglan ?' 'I have it in my hand now, my lord.' 'What then with the moon and thy whistle, I think we shall not fail.' 'Hast lost thy wits, Ned ?' said his wife.