“Come on,” cried Helen; “it’s getting to be more fun; let’s find the others.”
“Let’s get some buns and milk first,” said Marguerite; “I’m fearfully hungry, and the sight of the cake-box maddens me.”
So the three sat down to a light repast, and as they fell to chatting they quite forgot the game and the other players thereof.
“Well, you’re a nice lot!” said Marjorie, suddenly appearing from the cellar. “I hid in the coal-bin, and I’m sure you never would have found me; but when I heard you talking up here, I thought you had found all the rest.”
“Never mind,” said Hester; “you’re on our side now. Come on; let’s dig up the others.”
Nan was easily found, as she had climbed out her bedroom window and was calmly sitting on the roof, gazing at the sea.
“You needn’t have hurried on my account,” she said; “I’d just as lief sit here all day.”
Jessie was discovered next, standing in a wardrobe among a lot of dresses, which she had fondly hoped would conceal her. And they would have done so, save that her head showed above them, and her feet below.
Then the six began to hunt for Betty and Millicent.
It was really a hunt, for they looked in every likely place and a great many unlikely ones without success. They went downstairs and out of doors, only to return and search from cellar to attic.