"I haven't heard the piano for half an hour or more." "I'll bet she's tucked away somewhere, reading!" exclaimed King; "I'll hunt her out!" "Perhaps she's gone over to Cousin Ethel's," suggested Mrs.Maynard.
"I'll hunt her up," repeated King, and he went into the house.
"Marjorie Mops! I say! Come out of that!" he cried, banging at the closed door of her bedroom.
Getting no reply, he opened the door and looked in, but she wasn't there.
"You old scallywag Mops!" he cried, shaking his fist at her empty room, "I never knew you to go back on your word before! And you said you'd come to Sand Court as soon as you could!" He looked in the veranda hammock, and in the library, and any place where he thought Midget might be, absorbed in a book; he inquired of the servants; and at last he went back to his mother.
"I can't find Mopsy," he said.
"Then she _must_ be over at Cousin Ethel's.

She does love to go over there." "Well, she oughtn't to go when she's promised to come out with us.

I never knew old Midge to break a promise before." "Perhaps Cousin Ethel telephoned for her," suggested Mrs.Maynard.
"Though in that case, she should have told me she was going.

Run over there and see, son." "I'll telephone over, that'll be quicker," said King, and ran back into the house.
"Nope," he said, returning; "she isn't there, and hasn't been there to-day.

Mother, don't you think it's queer ?" "Why, yes, King, it is a little queer.