Jessie, who was taking off her own outer garments to hang before the now roaring fire, only laughed at that.
“Tell us,” she said, “why you think your cousin was carried off?”
“That lady she lived with was awful mad when she came to Foleys looking for Bertha. She said she’d put Bertha where she wouldn’t run away again for one while. That’s what she said.”
“Oh, my dear!” exclaimed Amy suddenly. “Do you suppose—Child! did the woman come to your house——”
“Foley’s house. I ain’t got a house,” declared Henrietta.
“Well, to Mrs. Foley’s house in a big maroon automobile?” finished Amy.
“No’m. Didn’t come in a car at all. She came on foot, she did. She said Bertha was a silly to run away when nothing was going to hurt her. But she looked mad enough to hurt her,” concluded the observant Henrietta.
“Oh!” exclaimed Amy again. “Was she dark and thin and—and waspish looking?”
“Who was?” asked the child, staring.
“The woman who asked for Bertha,”, explained Jessie, quite as eagerly as her chum.