But nothing unusual was to be seen.

The pretty room was in order, and no clothing of any sort was lying about.
Mrs.Maynard looked in the cupboard.
"Why, her blue linen is gone!" she said, "and here's the white pique she had on at luncheon.

And her blue hat is gone; she must have dressed up to go out somewhere to call, and unexpectedly stayed to dinner." "Does she ever do that ?" demanded Cousin Jack.
"She never has before," answered Mrs.Maynard, falling weakly back on Marjorie's bed.

"Why, this pillow is all wet!" They looked at each other in consternation.

They saw, too, the deep imprint of a head in the dented pillow.