“As you say in America: ‘Seek me!’” laughed the host.
“Search me, you mean.”
“Ah, but is it not almost the same? What do you say, Dr. Wright?”
“Well, I’d rather someone would seek me than search me.”
“So! And now, Miss Helen, if you will discard your wraps and return quickly and help me I shall be most grateful. If these poor people do not get started they will go to sleep.”
Helen flew up to the dressing-room which, sure enough, Chloe had reached before her. The girl was huddled down in a corner of the room looking the picture of woe.
“Did you see Tempy?” asked Helen, taking for granted that Chloe had been speaking of her sister when she had asked about one’s duty to one’s own people.
“No’m!”
“Wasn’t she at your mother’s?”