"Come, Virginie, and dry your eyes, darling; we shall have plenty of time to cry afterwards.

Are we to go home, Harry?
Have they taken Louise ?" "I do not know, Jeanne; that is the first thing to find out, for if they have, it will not be safe for you to return.

Let us push on now, so that if she has not been taken we shall reach home before her.

We will place ourselves at the corner of your street and wait for an hour; she may spend some time in looking for us, but if she does not come by the end of that time I shall feel sure that it is because she cannot come, and in that case I must look out for another place for you." They hurried on until they were nearly home, the brisk walk having, as Harry had calculated it would do, had the effect of preventing their thoughts from dwelling upon Marie's capture.

They had not been more than a quarter of an hour at their post when Harry gave an exclamation of satisfaction as he saw Louise Moulin approaching.
The two girls hurried to meet her.
"Thank God you are both safe, dears!" she exclaimed with tears streaming down her cheeks.