“Flora, Flora, where be you?” Mrs. Maxwell called out in the entry.
They heard her climbing the chamber stairs; but she soon came into the parlor with a little glass of currant wine.
“Here, you'd better drink this right down,” she said to Lois; “it won't hurt you. I don't see where Flora is, for my part. She ain't upstairs. Drink it right down.”
Lois drank the little glass of wine without any demur. Her mother glanced sharply at the album as she took it.
“I can't imagine where Flora is,” said Mrs. Maxwell.
“I saw somebody go out of the yard a while ago,” said Lois.
“You did? Was she kind of stout with light hair?”
“Yes, 'm.”
“It was Flora then. I don't see where she's gone. Mebbe she went down to the store to get some more thread for her tidy. Now I guess you'll feel better.”
“Who's this a picture of?” asked Mrs. Field.