“Can’t imagine. Don’t see how she could get scared.”
“No; what would scare her? I think she’s at some neighbor’s.”
“Let’s you and me go to all the neighbors and see.”
“All right. We’ll go in the Wheelers’ little car. Fulton will take us.”
“Don’t we get permission?”
“Nixy. They might say no, by mistake for a yes. Come on—we’ll just hook Jack.”
To the garage they went and easily persuaded Fulton to take them around to some of the neighboring houses.
And at the third one they visited they found Rachel. A friend of hers was a maid there, and she had taken Rachel in for a few days.
“Why did you run off?” queried Fulton.
“Oh, I don’t know,” and Rachel shuddered. “It all got on my nerves. Who’s over there now?”