“Yes, I did.”
“And just think, we’ve made some new friends already. I like the Riboux family.”
“So do I; they’re fine people,” agreed Jack absentmindedly. He was thinking about tomorrow’s trip into the Clare District. That was going to be the hardest part of the route, going through their old home and its neighboring towns.
“Jack!” cried Desiré, as she entered her room. “Prissy’s gone!”
CHAPTER VII
A FRIGHT
“Gone!” echoed Jack, staring blankly around the room. “Where could she possibly go?”
“I don’t know; but you see she isn’t here.”
There were few places to look. Jack peered under the big bed, while Desiré looked in the clothes press and a deep chest.
“What shall we do?” she whispered, twisting her hands together and trying to force back the tears. “Is René in your room?” as a sudden thought occurred to her.
With two steps, Jack crossed the hall and stuck his head into the room opposite.