There was indeed consternation in the Sherwood cottage when, after the unpleasant caller had left the house, Polly commenced to look for Rose, and no Rose could be found, though thorough search was made, the servants gladly assisting, and just as Polly was crying, and declaring that she could not taste the least bit of food until Rose was found, the telephone rang.
Glad news it was that Rose was safe with Aunt Judith, and Mrs. Sherwood and Polly accepted Aunt Judith's invitation to come and spend the next day at her cottage.
Aunt Judith had gone a short distance to Mrs. Grafton's house, and she had sent her message from there.
"Hurrah!" cried Harry, as Aunt Judith turned from the telephone. "I'm glad it happened that Rose had to run away, for we've missed her all these weeks that she's been spending at the shore. We'll be over to-morrow to see her, won't we, Leslie?" and he gave one of Leslie's long curls a sly twitch.
"We surely will, unless you pull all my hair out when I'd want to hide my head," Leslie said, laughing.
"Oh, pshaw! The way I pull your curls amounts to just love pats," Harry cried.
"You wouldn't say so if I twitched your hair like that," Leslie responded.
"I guess I'll go down and get my hair shingled so you won't be able to get hold of it," he said. "Lend me a quarter, Leslie? I spent all I had to-day on candy and a new bat."
Leslie refused and Harry chased her, the two laughing as they ran.
"I never saw a brother and sister who played together so prettily," Aunt Judith said.