"Yes, I'm sure. I asked Jack twice and both times she said: 'There isn't going to be any school.'"
"To be sure we weren't there yesterday," said Nan, "and she probably heard from some one over at Cousin Mag's. Where is Jack?"
"I don't know."
"Go find her, there's a good girl."
Jean went out. She saw nothing of her twin, so she sought the dog who would be a willing and able help in finding Jack.
As she stood at the gate, looking up and down the street, the two boys came out. "What are you looking for?" asked Randolph.
"I'm looking for Trouble," she replied.
The boy gave a short laugh. "You'll find it soon enough if you look for it," he said, passing on and leaving Jean much puzzled by his remark. Finding neither Jack nor Trouble in this direction, she sought Unc' Landy and Trouble was discovered gnawing a ham bone by the old man's cabin door. "Come, Trouble, find Jack," called Jean.
The dog dropped his bone, cocked his head to one side, flopped an ear over one eye and looked at her brightly.
"Find Jack. Come, where's Jack?" repeated Jean. Then Trouble understood, and set off down the street, Jean following.