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 Dick 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.