"What for?" asked Mrs. Maynard, helplessly.
"Why, to see if you can discover anything unusual. I'm going up!"
Mr. Bryant flew upstairs two steps at a time, and they all followed. But nothing unusual was to be seen. The pretty room was in order, and no clothing of any sort was lying about.
Mrs. Maynard looked in the cupboard.
"Why, her blue linen is gone!" she said, "and here's the white piqué she had on at luncheon. And her blue hat is gone; she must have dressed up to go out somewhere to call, and unexpectedly stayed to dinner."
"Does she ever do that?" demanded Cousin Jack.
"She never has before," answered Mrs. Maynard, falling weakly back on Marjorie's bed. "Why, this pillow is all wet!"
They looked at each other in consternation. They saw, too, the deep imprint of a head in the dented pillow. Surely, this meant tragedy of some sort, for if the child had sobbed so hard, she must have been in deep trouble.
"We must find her!" said Cousin Jack, starting for the stairs.