“I guess that is Ida,” said Mrs. Crump, joyfully.
Jack seized a candle, and hastening to the door, threw it open. But there was no Ida there. In her place stood William Fitts, the boy who had met Ida in the cars.
“How do you do, Bill?” said Jack, endeavoring not to look disappointed. “Come in, and take a seat, and tell us all the news.”
“Well,” said William, “I don't know of any. I suppose Ida has got home.”
“No,” said Jack, “we expected her to-night, but she hasn't come yet.”
“She told me that she expected to come back to-day,” said William.
“What! have you seen her?” exclaimed all in chorus.
“Yes, I saw her yesterday noon.”
“Where?”
“Why, in the cars,” said William, a little surprised at the question.