“You will, auntie?” pleaded Dorothy.
“Oh, I suppose so,” said Mrs. White happily. “My daughters are multiplying wonderfully of late.”
At the word “daughter,” Miette arose and very solemnly touched her lips to Mrs. White’s forehead.
“You will be a mother to me, I am sure,” she said, “and I will try to be a dutiful daughter to you!”
CHAPTER XXIV
THE SEARCH
“But I cannot just exactly understand about that letter,” said Miette, the next day, as she and Dorothy began their packing for Glenwood.
“What more do you want to know?” asked Dorothy archly.
“Whatever did you say to Marie?”
“Why, I just added a line, as Mrs. Pangborn said I might. I said that you were in distress, and if she knew where your aunt lived, should she go there and see if she still was at the same place. Then I asked if she would send me your aunt’s address.”