Big Brother asked what they were doing.
He invited them to come upstairs with him.
Bending down to talk at their level, he put his hands on his knees in a very friendly and grown-upish sort of way.
The position of the sun changed as the day progressed. Big Brother came back to check on his shadowy siblings. Little Brother was still there, but Little Sister seemed to have gone away.
“Where is Little Sister, Little Brother? Where is she?”
Little Brother didn’t know where she was. Or if he did, he didn’t tell.
At long last the sun did set. Big Brother has not inquired after Little Sister lately. I’m sure she’ll be back tomorrow.