"I wonder if he has seen Jo Poker," said Mary Lee.
"Of course you would think of that first thing," returned Nan.
"Wouldn't you have thought of it?"
"I would have after while, but not yet."
They took occasion to make their inquiries later. "Couldn't find him," Mr. Pinckney told them. "They told me he had come up in this direction somewhere, so I'll try to look him up, if it is to be done."
"He may be in San Francisco by this time," said Mary Lee. "Mr. Sanders thought he would probably go there from his place."
"Humph!" said Mr. Pinckney; "I am afraid it will be a tough job to find him. Well, how do you like the idea of leaving California?"
"Don't like it at all," said Nan, "but I do want to see some of the other places we are going to. It is lovely here, don't you think?"
"Pretty fine, but I sometimes pine for old Broadway and our own vile climate. If I were a youngster I should think it rather monotonous if I couldn't switch around from flying kites to coasting and skating once a year. There are people who can live on climate, but I am not one of them. I enjoy California, bless you, yes, but I enjoy New York, too. Now, let us see, when do you leave here?"
"Aunt Helen thinks day after to-morrow. Carter wants some of us to go on his car with him, but I don't think we shall."