Seems as if the child was possessed to get out in that dusty place and perch herself in the old carryall.

She calls it her playhouse and you'd think 'twas Heaven the way she loves to stay there.

But today of all days! And with her best clothes on! And after I expressly told her--" "Yes, yes; all right.

Humph! Well, Zoeth, what do you say?
Shall we go to Heaven and hunt for her?
Maybe 'twill be the only chance some of us'll get, you can't tell," with a wink at Baxter.
"Hush, Shadrach! How you do talk!" protested the shocked Mr.Hamilton.
"Let's go out to the barn and find the young-one ourselves," said the Captain.

"Seems the simplest thing to do, don't it ?" Mrs.Hobbs interrupted.
"You don't need to go at all," she declared.