“Oh! Oh, no!” cried Nan, and she was very pale. “Baby May—she—she isn’t here! She’s gone!”
From the porch Mrs. Bobbsey was watching. She realized that something was wrong, and she ran down to the carriage about which Nan, Flossie and Freddie stood.
“What is it, Nan?” she asked quickly. “Has anything happened?”
“Baby—Baby May!” sobbed Nan, “She’s gone! She’s been kidnapped!”
CHAPTER XIX
ON THE TRAIL
Flossie, Freddie and Nan were sobbing now. Their tears fell thick and fast and they wailed aloud.
“Children! Children! Be quiet!” ordered Mrs. Bobbsey. “What does it all mean? Baby May can’t have been taken. The carriage has been in plain sight all the while. She’s probably under the covers, Nan! Don’t be silly!”
“I’m not si-si-silly, Mother! Baby May’s gone! I—I felt under the covers and she—she isn’t there.”
“I—I can’t feel her to-toes!” sobbed Flossie, her hand in the lower end of the carriage.
By this time Mrs. Bobbsey herself had made sure there was no baby in the carriage. She took out all the coverings.