"She never travelled alone, and though impulsively mischievous, sometimes, she wouldn't deliberately run away." The policemen went away to begin their quest, and the Maynards and their guests went to breakfast.
No one felt like eating, yet each urged the others to do so.
"Where's Middy ?" inquired baby Rosamond, at table.

"Middy gone 'way ?" "Yes, dear," said Cousin Jack, for no one else could speak.

"Middy's gone away for a little while." "I know," said the child, contentedly, "Middy gone to Gramma's to see Kitty!" "Why, perhaps she did!" exclaimed Mr.Maynard.
But Mrs.Maynard had no such hope.

It was too unlike Marjorie to do such a thing.
"Well, let's find out," urged King.

"Let's get Uncle Steve on the long-distance wire." "Don't alarm Grandma," said Mrs.Maynard.