If there was a chime on the door it wasn't tripped. But that was because Henn had bypassed it entirely, she did that kind of thing on occasion.
In fact there wasn't any noise until the happy bark and the scrabble of paws on the floor, followed by Henn's stifled giggle as Dog came around the corner pulling a wagon. A very very tiny red wagon. There were sandwiches stacked in it, wrapped tidily in almost meticulously-creased wax paper.