"Where?—was she not with you?"
"No, she was not on the hay-cart."
"Then she must be with the boys."
"No; they are in the barn."
"Then she is hiding. Go and look for her. I must get your rooms in order now." So nurse went in.
Quillie tried to read, but her thoughts were like thistle-down. Where could Julie be? She sought her all about the house; peeped into all sorts of corners. Then she went to the barn. Had the boys seen Julie? No; and they were whittling, making a boat, and couldn't be bothered.
"I wish, Fred, that you had not been so rude to Julie."
Fred looked up, surprised. "Rude! when was I rude?"
"You called her 'little Frenchy,' and imitated her."
"Did I? Oh yes, I remember something of that sort. But she isn't huffy, you know; she's a bright little chick."