They telephoned the police, and in a few minutes two of them arrived at the Maynard house for consultation.
"I know the child well," said one of them, "I often see her about,--a well-behaved little lady, but full o" fun, too. D"ye think she might have been kidnapped, now?"
"It might be," said Mr. Bryant, "though she"s pretty big for that. And, too, she took extra money with her."
"Then she may have been goin" somewhere by rail."
"That"s so! I never thought of that!" and Cousin Jack almost smiled.
"But where would she go?" said Mr. Maynard, hopelessly. "She never travelled alone, and though impulsively mischievous, sometimes, she wouldn"t deliberately run away."
The policemen went away to begin their quest, and the Maynards and their guests went to breakfast.
No one felt like eating, yet each urged the others to do so.
"Where"s Middy?" inquired baby Rosamond, at table. "Middy gone "way?"
"Yes, dear," said Cousin Jack, for no one else could speak. "Middy"s gone away for a little while."
"I know," said the child, contentedly, "Middy gone to Gramma"s to see Kitty!"
"Why, perhaps she did!" exclaimed Mr. Maynard.
But Mrs. Maynard had no such hope. It was too unlike Marjorie to do such a thing.
"Well, let"s find out," urged King. "Let"s get Uncle Steve on the long-distance wire."
"Don"t alarm Grandma," said Mrs. Maynard. "There"s no use stirring her up, until we know ourselves what has happened."
"Leave it to me," said Cousin Jack. "I"ll find out."
After some delay, he succeeded in getting Uncle Steve on the telephone.
Then he asked for Kitty.
"h.e.l.lo, Susannah!" he cried, a.s.suming a merry voice, in his kind desire not to alarm her. "This is your Cousin Jack!"
"Oh, h.e.l.lo, Cousin Jack!" exclaimed Kitty, in delight. "How nice of you to call me up! How is everybody?"
"We"re well, thank you! How are you all?"
"Oh, we"re all right."
"Are you lonesome, away from your family?"
"No, not lonesome, though I"d like to see them. Tell Midget there are two hundred incubator chicks now."
"Well, that _is_ a lot! Now, good-by, Kitsie; I can"t run up too big a telephone bill for your father. We all send love. Be a good girl.
Good-by."
Cousin Jack hung up the receiver and buried his face in his hands. It had been a great strain on his nerves to appear gay and carefree to Kitty, and the implied a.s.surance that Marjorie was _not_ there nearly made him give way.
"She isn"t there," he said, dully, as he repeated to the family what Kitty had said. And then the telephone rang, and it was the police department.
Mr. Maynard took the receiver.
"We"ve traced her," came the news, and the father"s face grew white with suspense. "She bought a ticket to New York, and went there on the three-o"clock train yesterday afternoon. Nothing further is known, as yet, but as soon as we can get in touch with the conductor of that train, we will."
"New York! Impossible!" cried Cousin Ethel, when she heard the message, and Mrs. Maynard fainted away.
Marjorie! on a train, going to New York alone!
"Come on, King," said Cousin Jack, abruptly, and leaving the others to care for Mrs. Maynard, these two strode off again. Straight to the railroad station they went to interview the agent themselves.
He corroborated the story. He did not know Marjorie"s name, but he described the child so exactly that there was no room for doubt of her ident.i.ty.
But he could tell them no more. She had bought her ticket and taken the train in a quiet, matter-of-fact way, as any pa.s.senger would do.
"Did she look as if she had been crying?" asked King, almost crying himself.
"Why, yes, now you speak of it, her face _did_ look so. Her eyes was red, and she looked sorter sad. But she didn"t say nothin", "cept to ask for a ticket to New York."
"Return ticket?" put in Mr. Bryant.
"No, sir; a single ticket. Just one way."
The conductor couldn"t be seen until afternoon, as his run was a long one, and his home far away.
"I can"t understand it," said King, as they walked homeward; "and I can"t believe it. If Midget went to New York alone, she had lost her mind,--that"s all."
But when they reached home, they found the Maynards quite hopeful. It had occurred to them that, by some strange freak, Marjorie had decided to visit Grandma Maynard, and had started off there alone.
"I"m trying to get them on the long-distance," Mr. Maynard announced, quite cheerily, as they entered.
"Let me take it," said Cousin Jack. "If she _isn"t_ there, we don"t want to alarm them, either."
"That"s so!" said Mr. Maynard. "All right, Jack, take it. Bless you, old fellow, for your help."
But when connection had been made, and Cousin Jack found himself in communication with Grandma Maynard, he didn"t know what to say. He caught at the first pretext he could think of, and said:
"How do you do, Mrs. Maynard? You don"t know me, but I"m Jack Bryant, a guest at Ed Maynard"s house in Seacote. Now, won"t you tell me when Marjorie"s birthday comes?"
"Ah, I"ve heard of you, Mr. Bryant," said Grandma Maynard, pleasantly.
"I suppose you want to surprise the child with a present or a party.
Well, her birthday is next week,--the fifteenth of July."
"Oh, thank you. She is getting a big girl, isn"t she? When,--when did you see her last?"
Cousin Jack"s voice faltered, but the unsuspecting lady, listening, didn"t notice it.