"I don't know, son; isn't she with you?"
"No'm, and I'm tired waiting for her."
"Is Hester there?" asked Mrs. Corey.
"Yes, Mrs. Corey, Hester's been with us an hour, and we're waiting for Mopsy. She said she'd come as soon as she finished her practising."
"She stopped practising some time ago," said Mrs. Corey. "I haven't heard the piano for half an hour or more."
"I'll bet she's tucked away somewhere, reading!" exclaimed King; "I'll hunt her out!"
"Perhaps she's gone over to Cousin Ethel's," suggested Mrs. Maynard.
"I'll hunt her up," repeated King, and he went into the house.
"Marjorie Mops! I say! Come out of that!" he cried, banging at the closed door of her bedroom.
Getting no reply, he opened the door and looked in, but she wasn't there.