The confidential secretary gave Patty the address Farnsworth had left with him, but when she called that he had already gone from there.
With long-suffering patience, Patty called number after number, hoping to find Farnsworth at some of the likely places she could think of.
But number after number brought no results,--and Patty turned from the telephone in despair.
"Well, Elise," she said, forlornly, "you might as well go to your room, and get your hat off.

Come on, I'll go with you,--and I may think of something else to do about Baby.

For the present I seem to be at my wits' end." Of course, in the meantime the nurse and the other servants had searched the house and grounds,--but there was really no chance of finding Fleurette that way.
It was all too certain that Azalea had taken her away somewhere.

And it might be all right,--it might be that Azalea had merely taken the child out for a walk.

She had been known to do this,--but never before without Patty's sanction.