But where _can_ she be ?" Then they went and talked with the fishermen, and then on to the Life-saving Station.
The big, good-hearted men all knew Marjorie, and all declared she had not been on the beach that afternoon,--at least, not within their particular locality.
Discouraged, Cousin Jack and King turned down toward the pier.

Their inquiries were fruitless; though many people knew Midget, by sight, none had seen her.

There was nothing to do but go back home.
"Have you found her ?" cried Cousin Ethel, as they entered the house.
"No; but the beach people haven't seen her, so I'm sure there's no accident of that sort." Cousin Jack wouldn't make use of the word drowning, but they all knew what he meant.
Mrs.Maynard sat staring, in a sort of dull apathy.

She couldn't realize that Marjorie was lost, she couldn't believe an accident had befallen her, yet, where was she?
"Let's search the house," she said, jumping up suddenly.

"I _must_ do _something_.