Nothing could be done until morning, the priest said. And while it seemed impossible to sleep, they agreed they must take some rest.
Tired out with the long day, they did sleep however, and the sun was high in the heavens before they waked.
CHAPTER XXIII.—A CHANGE OF HEART.
Next morning, they dressed hurriedly, reproaching themselves that they had slept so late.
“What’s to be done?” cried poor Miss Campbell, half distracted as she rushed about her room. “Shall we telegraph her father?”
“How do we know he hasn’t kidnapped her?” suggested Mary.
“Suppose we telegraph Mr. Moore?” said Elinor.
“But where is Mr. Moore? He has never written a line in answer to our letters. That’s why I am uneasy. That poor girl was growing more unhappy every day.”
“Shall we notify the police of Sacramento, then?” put in Billie.
“That would be a good idea, but we must see Pasquale first. Send him up here at once, Billie,” called Miss Campbell as the young girl departed, pinning on her hat as she ran down the narrow steps outside.