“That’s just what I was thinking. Do you suppose Nan didn’t come back, and Janie went to look for her?”
“I don’t know what to suppose. It isn’t like Jeanette to go off without a word to anybody.”
“I know it.”
Worry and excitement gripped Martha, and she had a hard time to keep back the tears.
They finished dressing, and went down to the lobby, where Miss Ashton inquired of the clerk if he knew anything about Jeanette’s whereabouts.
“The day clerk is off duty now, Madam,” he replied, “and I have not seen the young lady this evening.”
“Pardon me,” said the head bell boy, who had been standing near enough to hear the question and answer. “You mean the little blond lady?”
“Yes, yes,” cried Martha.
“She came into the lobby about four o’clock, just as Jim got here——”
“Jim?” demanded Martha.