CHAPTER XII.
Mrs.Coombe had been in the city a week when one morning Ann, who was feeling lonely without Jane, sat swinging upon the five-barred gate and whistling intermittently for Bubble.

She had become very tired of waiting.

She knew that Bubble could hear.

The five-barred gate was within easy hearing distance of the house, and both doors and windows of the office were open.

Therefore it became each moment more evident that the whistles were being deliberately ignored.
"Horrid, nasty boy!" exclaimed Ann, climbing to a precarious seat on the highest of the five bars.