"I"ll bet she"s tucked away somewhere, reading!" exclaimed King; "I"ll hunt her out!"
"Perhaps she"s gone over to Cousin Ethel"s," suggested Mrs. Maynard.
"I"ll hunt her up," repeated King, and he went into the house.
"Marjorie Mops! I say! Come out of that!" he cried, banging at the closed door of her bedroom.
Getting no reply, he opened the door and looked in, but she wasn"t there.
"You old scallywag Mops!" he cried, shaking his fist at her empty room, "I never knew you to go back on your word before! And you said you"d come to Sand Court as soon as you could!"
He looked in the veranda hammock, and in the library, and any place where he thought Midget might be, absorbed in a book; he inquired of the servants; and at last he went back to his mother.
"I can"t find Mopsy," he said.
"Then she _must_ be over at Cousin Ethel"s. She does love to go over there."
"Well, she oughtn"t to go when she"s promised to come out with us. I never knew old Midge to break a promise before."
"Perhaps Cousin Ethel telephoned for her," suggested Mrs. Maynard.
"Though in that case, she should have told me she was going. Run over there and see, son."
"I"ll telephone over, that"ll be quicker," said King, and ran back into the house.
"Nope," he said, returning; "she isn"t there, and hasn"t been there to-day. Mother, don"t you think it"s queer?"
"Why, yes, King, it is a little queer. But she can"t be far away.
Perhaps she walked down to the train to meet Father."
"Oh, Mother, that would be a crazy thing to do, when she knew we were waiting for her."
"Well, maybe she went walking with Rosamond and Nurse Nannie. She"s certainly somewhere around. Run away now, King. Mrs. Corey and I are busy."
King walked slowly away.
"It"s pretty queer," he said to Hester and the Craig boys; "Mops is nowhere to be found."
"Well, don"t look so scared," said Tom; "she can"t be kidnapped. If it was your baby sister, that would be different. But Midget has just gone off on some wild-goose chase,--or she is hiding to tease us."
"Perhaps she wrote to Kitty," suggested Hester, "and went down to the post-office to mail it."
"Not likely," said King. "She knows the postman collects at six o"clock.
Well, I s"pose she _is_ hiding somewhere, reading a book. Won"t I give it to her when I catch her! For she _said_ she"d come out here, right after her practice hour."
A dullness seemed to fall on the Sand Club members present. Not only was Marjorie their ringleader and moving spirit, but somehow King"s uneasiness impressed all of them, and soon d.i.c.k Craig said, "I"m going home."
King raised no objection, and, after sitting listlessly around for a few moments, the others all went home.
But Tom turned back.
"I say," he began, "you know Mopsy is somewhere, all right."
"Of course she"s somewhere, Tom, but she never did anything like this before, and I can"t understand it. The only thing I can think of is, that she"s gone down on the pier. But she never goes there alone."
"Well, there"s lots of things she might be doing. Come on, let"s go down on the pier and take a look."
The two boys walked out to the end of the pier and back again, but saw no sign of Marjorie.
On their way home, Tom turned in at his own house.
"Good-by, old chap," he said; "don"t look so worried. Midget will be sitting up laughing at you when you get home."
King said good-by, and went on. He felt a strange depression of heart, as if something must have happened to Midget. He knew his mother felt no alarm, and perhaps it was foolish, but the fact remained that Midge had never acted like that before. Mr. Maynard came home at six o"clock, and Marjorie had not yet made an appearance.
He looked very much alarmed, and at sight of his anxiety, Mrs. Maynard grew worried.
"Why, Ed," she exclaimed, "you don"t think there"s anything wrong, do you?"
"I hope not, Helen, but it"s so unusual. I can only think of the ocean.
Does she ever go down and sit on the beach alone?"
"No," said King, positively; "she never does anything like that, alone.
We"re always together."
"And you hadn"t had any quarrel, or anything?"
"Oh, no, Father; nothing of the sort. She went to practise right after luncheon, and said she"d be out in an hour."
"I heard her practising, while Mrs. Corey was here," said Mrs. Maynard, reminiscently; "but I don"t remember just when she stopped."
"Well," said Mr. Maynard, "it"s extraordinary, but I can"t think anything"s wrong with the child. You know she always has been mischievous, and I think she"s playing some game on us. We may as well go to dinner."
But n.o.body could eat dinner. The sight of Midget"s empty chair began to seem tragic, and King choked and left the table.
Mrs. Maynard burst into tears, and rose also. Her husband followed her.
"Don"t worry, Helen," he urged; "she"s sure to be safe and sound somewhere."
"Oh, I don"t know, Ed! Such a thing as this never happened before! Oh, find her, Ed, _do_ find her!"
King had run over to the Bryants" and now returned, accompanied by those two very much alarmed people.
"We must _do_ something!" exclaimed Cousin Jack. "Of course something has happened to the child! She isn"t one to cut up any such game on purpose. Have you looked in her room?"
"What for?" asked Mrs. Maynard, helplessly.
"Why, to see if you can discover anything unusual. I"m going up!"