“Did Betsy come back?” Dicky asked carelessly.
“I didn’t notice,” Maida answered absently, “I wasn’t looking.”
But after a while the supper bell rang. The children filed into the dining room and took their places. One chair was vacant.
“Where’s Betsy?” Mrs. Dore immediately asked.
Everybody looked puzzled and nobody answered.
“I told her to go and get her dolly,” Molly asserted.
Nobody paid any attention to her.
“She’s probably up-stairs in the nursery,” Mrs. Dore decided. “Once or twice she’s fallen asleep up there—she’s got so tired playing.”
She left the room and the children heard her running over the stairs. In a moment or two, they heard her footsteps coming back—at a swifter pace.