“Thank the Lord,” gasped Mrs. Riker.
She looked about ready to faint. The Dran boys stared at her.
“She’s their mother,” Judy explained. “She’s been worried sick. But it’s all right now. We can all be thankful they’re safe. But where were they?”
“At our house,” the boys said matter-of-factly.
“They wanted to sign up for the magic show,” Timothy, the older of the two, explained. “Didn’t they tell you where they were going, Mrs. Riker?”
“No,” she replied rather uncertainly as if she wanted to say more. She looked at Judy, who should have introduced them. In the excitement she had forgotten to do so.
“It’s all right. Peter brought them back and gave us a ride,” Timothy said.
“He didn’t wait for you. I guess he didn’t know you were here,” Barry, the little one, added.
Having explained everything, the Dran boys ran off to their classes which were somewhere in the basement rooms of the church.
“Penny and Paul would have enjoyed this. Maybe I’ll let them come next Sunday,” Helen Riker remarked as they left to walk home.