“I’m worried about Grandfather,” she gasped out.
“He isn’t sick?” Penny asked quickly,
“No, but I haven’t seen him since early this morning. He went to chop wood at Hatter’s place up the mountain. He expected to be back in time for lunch but he hasn’t returned.”
“He’ll likely be along soon,” said Jake.
“Oh, you don’t know Grandfather,” declared Sara, her forehead wrinkling with anxiety. “He always does exactly as he says he will do. He never would have stayed away this long unless something had happened. He’s getting on in years and I’m afraid—”
“Jake, couldn’t we go up to Hatter’s place, wherever it is?” Penny urged.
“Sure. It’s not far from Mrs. Downey’s.”
“Let me ride with you,” Sara requested. “I’m sorry to cause you any trouble, but I have a feeling something is wrong.”
“Jump in,” invited Jake.
Sara climbed into the back of the sled, snuggling down in the blankets beside Penny.