I'd just as soon your name went to it,' said the nurse.

'I don't want to be the one to tell such news.' 'Oh, my good gracious, what a thing to happen,' sighed the cook.

'Poor little darling!' Then somebody wrote the telegram again, and the nurse took it out to the stable-yard, where Peppermint was already saddled.
'I thought,' said Philip, bold in the nurse's absence, 'I thought Lucy was with her aunt.' 'She came back yesterday,' said the cook.

'Yes, after you'd gone to bed.
And this morning that nurse went into the night nursery and she wasn't there.

Her bed all empty and cold, and her clothes gone.