"Poor Bridget," mourned Grace. "She will be sure to think that the ghosts have spirited me away. I must go this minute, before search parties are sent out for me. But I'll see you to-morrow Eleanor, for I need your help."
Just then Miss Nevin, who had left the room, returned with a tray on which were tiny sandwiches and a pot of chocolate.
"You must have some refreshment, Grace," she said. "Eleanor, do the honors."
Grace was made to eat and drink, then, placing herself under John's protection, she returned to Oakdale in Eleanor's run-about, stopping on her way home at the house of Bridget's cousin, where she found the faithful though irate Bridget awaiting her in a state of anxiety bordering upon frenzy.
"Don't fuss, Bridget," consoled Grace. "The banshees didn't get me, and you're going to ride home in an automobile. That ought to make you feel better."
The prospect of the ride completely mollified Bridget, and by the time they reached home she fairly radiated good nature.
"Your ideas of time are somewhat peculiar, Grace," remarked her mother as Grace entered the living room, where her mother and father sat reading. "If Bridget had not been with you I should have been most uneasy."
But Grace was too full of her news to make other answer than cry out:
"Oh, mother, we found it! We did, truly!"
"What is the child talking about?" asked her father. And then Grace launched forth with an account of her night's doings.