just as I was settling down for my morning nap, I heard again the thin voice that had addressed me the night before. "Herrow!" said the voice. I jumped to my feet. "Herr-what?" I cried. "Herrow!" repeated the voice. "What are they, and where are you?" screamed I. "Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are Herrows?" "Herrows are greetings," said the voice. "When I say 'Herrow,' it's just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.