The man who mended the boats would come. He would know what to do. He would help her. She would keep as calm as she could until he got there.
But surely—surely—Ann wouldn't go away and leave her without a word! Ann couldn't be so cruel as to let her worry like that. Why of course—Ann had left a note for her.
So she looked for the note—tossed everything in the room topsy-turvey.
Even looked in the closet.
Again she heard Nora in the hall. "Nora," she said, and Katie's face was white and pleading, "didn't Miss Ann say anything about leaving me a note?"
"Why yes, Miss Kate—yes—sure she did. I was so upset about them champagne glasses—"
"Well, where is it? Oh, hurry, Nora. Tell me."
"Why it's in the desk, Miss Kate. She said you was to look in the desk."
She ran to it with a sob. "Nora, how could you let me—"
Nora was saying again that she was so worried about the champagne glasses—
The desk, of course, would be the last place one would think of looking for a note!