She saw a black tin box that looked like a miniature safe.
He looked at her with a smile.

"It contains my treasures--my black arts," he said, "and my future." He pushed it back again and turned.

"Come! we will find the naughty Cinders." Chris was on the point of asking eager questions regarding this new mystery, but before she could begin to utter them a long and piteous howl--the howl of a lost dog--sent them helter-skelter from her mind.
"Oh, listen!" she cried.

"That's Cinders!" She sprang forward while the miserable sound was still echoing all about them.

"Oh, isn't it dreadful ?" she gasped.