“Oh, Neale! Neale!” she murmured over and over again, as she ran to the lower end of the premises.
She fairly threw herself at the fence and scrambled to her usual perch. There he was cleaning Mr. Con Murphy’s yard.
“Neale!” she gasped. At first he did not hear her, but she drubbed upon the fence with the toes of her shoes. “Neale!”
“Why, hullo, Aggie!” exclaimed the boy, turning around and seeing her.
“Oh, Neale! Come here!”
He was already coming closer. He saw that again she was much overwrought.
“What has happened now?”
“Have you seen Tess and Dot?”
“Not to-day.”
“I—I mean within a little while? Two hours?”