"Where's Middy?" inquired baby Rosamond, at table. "Middy gone 'way?"
"Yes, dear," said Cousin Jack, for no one else could speak. "Middy's gone away for a little while."
"I know," said the child, contentedly, "Middy gone to Gramma's to see Kitty!"
"Why, perhaps she did!" exclaimed Mr. Maynard.
But Mrs. Maynard had no such hope. It was too unlike Marjorie to do such a thing.
"Well, let's find out," urged King. "Let's get Uncle Steve on the long-distance wire."
"Don't alarm Grandma," said Mrs. Maynard. "There's no use stirring her up, until we know ourselves what has happened."
"Leave it to me," said Cousin Jack. "I'll find out."
After some delay, he succeeded in getting Uncle Steve on the telephone. Then he asked for Kitty.
"Hello, Susannah!" he cried, assuming a merry voice, in his kind desire not to alarm her. "This is your Cousin Jack!"