“She has not been here,” said Mr. Douglas, and Lois went to Jeanie. It soon became apparent that Dorothy was not in the house. No one could remember just when they had seen her last.
“She is so taken up with Maddie, she may have gone on with the doctor,” suggested a maid.
But no, she had not. It was discovered that Rings was also missing.
“It is not like Dorothy to go anywhere unless I know,” said Jeanie, looking white and troubled.
“It is an exciting time,” Mr. Douglas excused; “she probably got into one of the sleighs.” But after everyone had been telephoned to and still no trace, serious alarm took possession of them.
By eight o’clock it was known throughout the place that Dorothy Douglas was missing. Men left their warm firesides and breasted the wild storm.
Mr. Douglas never rested, seeming with brain, heart and hand to accomplish the work of two men.
Timothy was everywhere, advising, encouraging, hoping.
Lights burned all night in the windows of rich and poor alike.
Mothers looked often at their sleeping children, and prayed for the little one lost in the storm.