"No!" said the old lady. "But we'll look around and find it!"
However this was more easily said than done, and, though soon an excited search was being made, the old rocker could not be found. It was neither down cellar, up stairs nor in the attic.
"Dear me! What could have become of it, and my glasses?" exclaimed Grandma.
"It walked away, I tell you!" insisted Lizzie.
"Nonsense!" cried Grandma, and the children's mother said the same.
"There must have been some one in the house," went on the old lady. "Perhaps a tramp came in and carried the rocker away."
Just then there was a noise on the rear porch, and Lizzie cried:
"Maybe that's a tramp now!"
But when, still more excited, the three of them hurried to the back door, they only saw Nat and Weezie coming home from school for their noon lunch.
"Where's the surprise, Grandma?" asked the little girl.