“We saw her,” said Jane. “Rannie an' I were there. Willie was goin' to chase us, I guess, but we went in the baggage-room behind trunks, an' we saw her go. She got on the cars, an' it went with her in it. Honest, she's gone away, Mr. Parcher.”
Before speaking, Mr. Parcher took a long look at this telepathic child. In his fond eyes she was a marvel and a darling.
“Well—THANK you, Jane!” he said.
Jane, however, had turned her head and was staring at the corner, which was out of his sight.
“Oo-oo-ooh!” she murmured.
“What's the trouble, Jane?”
“Willie!” she said. “It's Willie an' that Joe Bullitt, an' Johnnie Watson, an' Mr. Wallace Banks. They're with Miss May Parcher. They're comin' right here!”
Mr. Parcher gave forth a low moan, and turned pathetically to his wife, but she cheered him with a laugh.
“They've only walked up from the station with May,” she said. “They won't come in. You'll see!”
Relieved, Mr. Parcher turned again to speak to Jane—but she was not there. He caught but a glimpse of her, running up the street as fast as she could, hand in hand with her companion.