Mr.Maynard came home at six o'clock, and Marjorie had not yet made an appearance.
He looked very much alarmed, and at sight of his anxiety, Mrs.Maynard grew worried.
"Why, Ed," she exclaimed, "you don't think there's anything wrong, do you ?" "I hope not, Helen, but it's so unusual.

I can only think of the ocean.
Does she ever go down and sit on the beach alone ?" "No," said King, positively; "she never does anything like that, alone.
We're always together." "And you hadn't had any quarrel, or anything ?" "Oh, no, Father; nothing of the sort.

She went to practise right after luncheon, and said she'd be out in an hour." "I heard her practising, while Mrs.Corey was here," said Mrs.Maynard, reminiscently; "but I don't remember just when she stopped." "Well," said Mr.Maynard, "it's extraordinary, but I can't think anything's wrong with the child.

You know she always has been mischievous, and I think she's playing some game on us.

We may as well go to dinner." But nobody could eat dinner.