Their parents had not forgotten them, but when meal-time came and they did not appear, the Davenports supposed they were over at the Gordons', and the Gordons thought they were at the Davenports'. The children often stayed for meals without asking, and so neither family worried.
About half-past eight the Gordons decided to go and bring Julia home. When they walked in at the Davenports, the first question asked them was:
"Why did you not bring the children with you?"
"The children? Why, they are here, are they not?"
Anxiety immediately possessed every one present. Mrs. Davenport's first thought was of the river, and her heart became leaden. She gave voice to her fear.
"Nonsense," answered Mr. Davenport decidedly, although he himself was not so sure as he seemed; "they are not drowned."
With lanterns to aid them, a search was begun through the grounds.
Two scared little girls presently saw lights flitting like fireflies below them.
"Perhaps it's burglars."
"Or—or the Prince to rescue us."