"I'll ask Mrs. West if she knows anybody near here named Hazeltine," she said. "Come in and sit on the doorstep till I find out something about you."
She was back in a moment. "I think I know now, you dear little thing! It must be that lovely house I saw the other day."
For some minutes after Carie's flight Louise worked on, then remembering her charge she discovered her absence. She ran to the gate and looked up and down the street, she searched the garden and the house, and finally burst in upon Aunt Zélie crying:
"I have lost her! I have lost her!"
The news spread in a moment; nothing else could be thought of till the lost darling was found.
Carl ran in one direction, Sukey in another, and Bess flew over to ask if by any chance Miss Brown had seen the runaway. Louise stood on the porch, the picture of misery.
"A Girl of Eleven or Twelve helped her up and brushed off her Clothes."
"You will never trust me again, never" she sobbed as her aunt came out and stood beside her, looking anxiously up and down.