“He must be having a high time with his new kite this morning,” said Mrs. Cornwallis as she put on Ruth’s pretty white frock. “Here, wait a moment, then you can stay out with him as long as you like.”
She tied the blue sash into a graceful knot and fastened a cluster of red roses on her corsage with a resolute hand, for she would not believe that any harm had befallen her boy.
Ruth hastened out and Mrs. Cornwallis proceeded to finish her own toilet. A few moments afterwards she was smiling at her foolish fears and saying to herself, they are having a lovely time now, playing together-the blessed children!
She was going to wear white, pure white just as she did when she was married, but she had a red, white and blue knot for her throat and she was fastening it on with a sapphire brooch that belonged to the same set of the sapphire buttons with which she had fastened little Lauren’s George Washington ruff, when Ruth burst into the room, crying:
“O mamma! mamma! I can’t see him anywhere.”
“I’ve looked all over the field! I’ve called and called but he did not answer! O! he’s lost! he’s lost!”
“No! No! Ruth. He must be somewhere about the premises.” Hand in hand they went all over the house and grounds, but they did not find him.
“O I’m so afraid,” sobbed Ruth! “Where shall we look now?”
“Perhaps he had trouble with his kite and went over to Ralph Norwood’s to have him fix it. He did that way with papa last year. We will go and see what he thinks about it.”
Mr. Cornwallis was of his wife’s opinion.