She and Charlie were too lovely for this world." "O, _don't_, Mrs.Gray," said Grace.

"If you knew how often she'd been lost, you would not say so! We always find her, after a while, somewhere." Horace, who had gone on in advance, now came running back, swinging his boots in the air.
"A trail!" cried he.

"I've found a trail! Who planted these boots in the road, if it wasn't Fly Clifford ?" "Perhaps she has gone to aunt Martha's," said Mrs.Parlin, "or tried to.

Strange we did not think of that!" But aunt Martha had not seen her, nor had any one else.

Horace and Abner went up to the Pines, but the forest beyond they never thought of exploring; it did not seem probable that such a small child could have strolled to such a distance as that.
Supper time came and went.