“What’s strange?”
“I can’t seem to find her.”
“Oh, you’ll find her,” Paul assured his friend. “She may be playing with little Karliner across the street.”
“That’s right. I didn’t think of it. Thanks, Paul.”
“So long, Ken. Don’t forget the meeting tonight.”
“I won’t,” Ken called back over his shoulder. He went across the street to the Karliner home and rang the doorbell. Mrs. Karliner opened the door. “Is Betty here?” he asked.
“No,” answered the youthful woman. “Betty and Karl had a childish quarrel this morning and they quit playing together.”
“Until tomorrow,” remarked Ken, laughing.
“Yes, no matter how much they quarrel the children always come together again,” she said, also laughing.