"Maybe she went in the back way," said Russ.
"The back door is locked," returned Norah. "She must have run down the street to say good-bye to some of her playmates while the expressman was loading in the trunks."
"I'll go and look," offered Russ.
"And you look in the back and side yards, Rose," said Mr. Bunker.
Rose ran around to the back yard. A hasty look showed her that her little sister was not there, and she hurried around to the front porch to tell her father and mother.
At the same time Russ came back from his trip down the street.
"I didn't see her anywhere," he reported, "and I called, but she didn't answer."
"Where can the child be?" cried Mrs. Bunker. "Norah, are you sure she isn't in the house?"
"Positive. But I'll take a look."
Just then Russ cried: