'Because she may have gone to France with Uncle Henry!' Jimmy suggested.
'We will not imagine anything of the kind, if you please!'
'No,' said Jimmy, 'but suppose she has gone to France, you know.'
As he spoke, the cab stopped before a large grocer's shop, and without losing a moment Miss Roberts stepped out of the cab, followed by Jimmy.
'Will you kindly let me look at a Directory?' she asked; and the tall young man behind the counter said—
'Certainly, miss.' He brought the thickest red book which Jimmy had ever seen, and Miss Roberts opened it at once.
'Miss Selina Morton—is that your aunt's name?' she asked, looking round at Jimmy.
'Ye—es,' he answered sorrowfully, for he guessed that she had found out the number.
'Come along then,' said Miss Roberts, and Jimmy walked slowly towards the door. 'Thank you, I am very much obliged,' she continued, smiling at the shopman; but Jimmy did not feel in the least obliged to him. Miss Roberts told the cabman the number, and when the horse started again she turned cheerfully to the boy—
'We shall soon be there now!' she said.