We all send love.

Be a good girl.
Good-by." Cousin Jack hung up the receiver and buried his face in his hands.

It had been a great strain on his nerves to appear gay and carefree to Kitty, and the implied assurance that Marjorie was _not_ there nearly made him give way.
"She isn't there," he said, dully, as he repeated to the family what Kitty had said.

And then the telephone rang, and it was the police department.
Mr.Maynard took the receiver.
"We've traced her," came the news, and the father's face grew white with suspense.

"She bought a ticket to New York, and went there on the three-o'clock train yesterday afternoon.