"That's just it—where are they?" asked Mollie, sharply.
"How should I know?" returned Grace, determined not to be conciliated so easily. "They went off for a walk while we were asleep, I suppose."
"Yes, but unless they went a long distance we ought to be able to see them," Mollie went on. "And they're not in sight—you can see for yourself."
"If they're not in sight I can't see, Mollie dear," spoke Grace, this time soothingly.
"Oh, do be sensible!" snapped the other. "Stop eating that silly candy, and help me gather up some of these things. I—I wonder what could have happened?"
The manner in which Mollie said this startled Grace as perhaps nothing else could have done.
"Help me up," she begged. "This skirt is so narrow. Oh, Mollie, do you think——" and she paused with frightened eyes, gazing into the more determined ones of her chum.
"I don't know that I think anything—just now," replied Mollie, in rather gentler tones. "I'm afraid I was a bit cross, Grace, but you know, dear it is——"
"A bit cross! You were positively—horrid. But I forgive you."
"I'm always cross when I wake up suddenly," explained Mollie. "You shouldn't have hit me on the nose, Grace."