Outside the weather was clear and cold, the pond was frozen smooth as gla.s.s. The snow on the hill was packed solid and fit for coasting, but no one ventured that far away from their books.
The first half of the year was over and the girls knew from past experience that the rest of the time would hurry by. In one short month there would be a hint of spring in the air, and commencement would be in sight.
On this particular afternoon the Senior cla.s.s were having their examination in Latin and, to judge by their frowns, they were finding it difficult.
Betty ruffled her hair every little while and scowled at Miss Hale, who was correcting papers at her desk. She had answered all the questions she could and done all the prose work. All that was left was a translation of Virgil. Betty stared at the unfamiliar text, and wondered where it had come from. "I don"t believe it"s Virgil," she said to herself. "If it is it"s a part we haven"t had." Then a few words from the confusing paragraphs caught her eye, and she began to remember. Her brow cleared--a few words were all Betty ever needed to start her on one of her famous translations. She wrote hurriedly for ten minutes.
"That will do, I guess. The Spartan"s sure to say, "a little too free, but correct on the whole," anyway," she thought, ruefully, as she folded up her paper and put her pen and ink away.
Miss Hale raised her eyebrows in surprise as she handed in the examination.
"You have finished very early," she said, coldly, and Betty"s heart sank. "Don"t you want to look over your paper?"
"Jemima, no!" Betty exclaimed, without thinking. "That is, I beg your pardon, Miss Hale, but I don"t think I do. You see I"d begin to wonder about all my answers and that would only make things worse," she said, desperately.
"Very well; you may leave the room," Miss Hale replied, with a resigned sigh that plunged Betty into the deepest gloom.
She wandered over to Senior Alley. It was deserted. The rest of her cla.s.smates were still in the study hall. She found Angela"s history book on her bed and started to study, but gave it up in despair. They had covered over half of a thick book that year and there was no way of knowing what part to re-study.
"I"d be sure to learn all the dates that weren"t asked for," she said, aloud, and closed the book.
She thought of the possible Juniors who might be free. She had pa.s.sed f.a.n.n.y on her way out of the study hall--she remembered the big ink spot that she had on one cheek. Suddenly she thought of Maud.
"I"ll bet she"s finished her exam, if she had one," she laughed to herself, for Maud"s utter disregard of lessons that did not interest her was a much-discussed topic.
She went upstairs to the Soph.o.m.ore corridor, expecting to find it almost as deserted as her own, but, instead, she found five of the teachers talking excitedly in the hall.
Mrs. Baird had her hand on the k.n.o.b of Maud"s door. Betty was a little confused at such a strange gathering.
"Excuse me," she said, hastily, and turned to go.
There was no need to explain that something was wrong--the whole atmosphere of the corridor was charged with mystery.
"Don"t go, Betty," Mrs. Baird said, peremptorily, "I have something to tell you; perhaps you can help. Have you seen Maud to-day?"
Betty shook her head. "No," she said, slowly, "I don"t think I have."
Mrs. Baird hesitated for a minute and then said, very distinctly:
"Maud is lost."
It was a startling announcement, and Betty couldn"t understand. Who ever heard of any one being lost at Seddon Hall.
"But how?" she asked Mrs. Baird. "Where could she be?" Miss Crosby answered her:
"n.o.body knows, Betty," she said. "Maud was at breakfast this morning, but at luncheon time she did not appear. I sent one of the girls up to look for her and she came back and told me she couldn"t find her. I thought perhaps she was in the Infirmary, but after luncheon I asked Miss King, and she said she hadn"t seen her."
"She"s not in the building; we"ve looked everywhere," Mrs. Baird continued. "Where could she have gone? None of the teachers gave her permission to go out of bounds."
At the word permission Betty looked up. It struck her that Maud might not have considered it necessary to ask for permission.
"May I go to her room?" she asked Mrs. Baird.
"Certainly."
Betty opened the door and looked up at the wall over the bed. As she had expected Maud"s snow shoes were gone from their accustomed place. She explained to the teachers.
"She"s probably miles away by now," she finished. "Did she have any examination this afternoon?"
"Yes, in literature," Miss Porter told her, "and I can"t believe she"d cut--"
"She wouldn"t--not literature anyway," Betty said, confidently, and turned to Mrs. Baird.
"I"m sure I can find her by tracing her snow shoes," she said.
"But you mustn"t go alone; something may have happened. Take one of the stable boys with you," Mrs. Baird answered.
"I"d rather have Polly and Lois," Betty said, "if there"s anything wrong."
"Very well, where are they?" Mrs. Baird asked.
"Taking their Latin exams," Betty told her.
"Go and get them. I"ll explain to Miss Hale, and, Betty, dear, do make haste; I"m really worried; the child may have hurt herself somewhere."
Betty hurried to the study hall. She knew it was useless to try to explain to Miss Hale; so she said: "Mrs. Baird wanted Polly and Lois at once." They handed in their papers and joined her in the corridor. She hurried them to their room, and explained on the way.
Fifteen minutes later they had found the track of Maud"s snow shoes and started out to follow it.
Seddon Hall owned over five hundred acres of land and for the most part it was dense woodland. Trailing through it in winter without snow shoes was hard work, for the snow drifted even with the high boulders in places and you were apt to suddenly wade in up to your waist. Maud had taken the path that went out towards flat rock. This made following her tracks comparatively easy for the girls.
"What under the sun do you suppose has happened to her?" Polly demanded.
"I don"t know," Betty replied; "I wish I knew when she"d started. As far as I can find out no one has seen her since breakfast."
"Did she have an exam this morning?" Lois inquired.
"No; her cla.s.s had Latin and she doesn"t take it. I"m not awfully worried," Polly said, suddenly. "I would be if it were any one but Maud.
She"s used to much wilder country than this and I can"t help feeling that she"s all right somewhere."
"But, where?" Lois demanded. "If she were all right and hadn"t hurt herself she"d have been home by now."
"If she"s kept up on top of the hill she can"t have come to very great grief," Betty declared, "but if she"s headed down to the river--then, anything could have happened."
"What do you mean?" Lois asked.
"Why, she might have fallen and broken her leg," Betty explained. "You know how dangerous those rocks are in winter; she may have stepped between two of them and gotten caught."