The two boys, hot and out of breath as they were, couldn’t resist laughing at the innocent humor of the child. “Where were you?” Ken demanded.
Just then Mr. Armstrong came in. Seeing his missing child at the table, he sighed with relief. Mrs. Armstrong came in from the kitchen and said, “You men better have your dinner right away, before it gets spoiled.”
Paul moved away, saying, “I will wait for you upstairs, Ken, in your room.”
“Jack is also upstairs,” mentioned Mrs. Armstrong. “He found the child and brought her home.”
Paul walked upstairs while Mr. Armstrong turned to his wife and asked, “Where did he find her?”
“On Leonard Street.”
“So far away!” exclaimed Ken. “Leonard Street is at the edge of the town.”
“Yes.”
“What was she doing there?” asked Mr. Armstrong.