At the great house on the avenue, there was wild excitement.  At the end of the sitting, Aunt Lois had gone to the little room, expecting to find two tired children who would be eager to go home.  The sitting had been longer than usual, and she would reward them for their patience by stopping at the confectioner’s on the way home and purchasing some fine candy for them.

“I am to come to you again on Thursday,” she said.  “Very well, I will try to be prompt.  The children must be tired of waiting.  If you are willing, I’ll bid you ‘Good afternoon’ here, and go out by the side door with them.”

Without waiting for him to reply, she had hastened to the smaller room, only to find that it was empty.

She was not at all frightened.

Her first thought was that the long afternoon had been tedious, and they had gone home.

“I shall find them on the piazza waiting for me,” she said.  “Rose would have asked if she might go, but I had told her not to interrupt while he was painting.”

Gentle Aunt Lois had no thought of being angry.  Instead, she was sorry that the hours had dragged so heavily for Rose and Polly.

She purchased two fine boxes of candy, smiling as she walked along with her parcel, that was to be a surprise.

She walked slowly because she was very tired.  She wondered that Rose did not run to greet her.

“Where are the children?” she asked, as the maid opened the door.

“Sure, they’ve not been home since they went out with you,” said the maid.

Aunt Lois sank on the great hall chair, and the frightened maid thought that she was ill.

“Are ye faint, mum?” she asked, “an’ will I be gettin’ ye a glass o’ water?”

“Call the coachman,” said Aunt Lois.

“Sure, I don’t want to be bold with advice, but I’d not like ter see ye goin’ out fer a ride feelin’ like ye do now.  I’d think—­”

“Get the coachman!” said Aunt Lois, and the girl, now thoroughly frightened, did as she was bid.

Nora ran at top speed to the stable, crying, as she reached the door: 

“Oh, John, John!  Miss Lois is come home, an’ she’s talkin’ o’ goin’ right out ter ride, an’ her sick, an’ she wants ye ter come to her in the hall now, an’ me not knowin’ what ter do, at all!”

“Hi!  Now calm down like a good lass, and tell a man what you need.  I can’t make sense out of what you said.  Now, then?”

“Oh, come in, come in!” cried Nora, and turning, she ran toward the house, the coachman following, muttering something about girls never having their wits about them.

But when he reached the house, and heard that Rose and charming little Princess Polly were missing, his kindly face looked very serious, and he promised to get help and make a thorough search of the town.

He called the gardener and a boy who had been helping him, and then came the question as to where to look first.