A CLOUD ARISES
While Mrs. Smith and Helen and Ann Hicks were "running around in circles," as Ann put it, wondering what had become of Amy Gregg, Ruth did the only practical thing she could think of.
She hunted up Curly.
"Old Scratch!" ejaculated the boy. "I haven't seen Amy to-day. Sure I haven't! No, Ma'am!"
"Not at all?" asked Ruth. "And don't you know where to look for her?"
"Oh, she'll take care of herself," said the boy, carelessly. "She isn't as soft as most girls."
"But Mrs. Tellingham will be awfully angry with me," Ruth cried. "I was supposed to look out for her when she came over here."
"Shucks!" exclaimed Curly. "Amy didn't want to be looked out for."
"That doesn't absolve me from my duty," sighed Ruth. "Haven't you the least idea where she's gone?"
"No, Ruth, I haven't," the boy declared earnestly. "If I had I'd tell you."