"You are quite forgiven."
"Have I spoiled the trip for you?"
"Oh, no. You have been most sprightly."
"Oh, Jerry!" she groaned, and relapsed into large-eyed, tragic silence.
In the station, on arrival, the most careful search failed to find the head mistress. Isabelle was perfectly unconcerned about it, but Jerry was far from it.
"What are you going to do with me?" she asked.
"Come along," he replied ungraciously, bundling her into a cab.
Arrived at the studio building, he hurried to Bobs's door and rapped. No answer. He tried again and again. He went to the Chatfields'; there was nobody there. Isabelle yawned. Jerry unlocked his own door and lit the light.
"This is your place, Jerry?" she cried, and began a swift tour of inspection.
"You can turn in here for the night, and in the morning I will take you to the school."