The Corner House Girls Among the Gypsies
Grace Brooks Hill
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(RareBooksClub.com, Sept. 13, 2013)
Excerpt: ... it?" Agnes asked Neale, as they ran the car out of the garage after dinner. "I guess we are going to hand dear old Mr. Howbridge a big handful of trouble." "Crickey! isn't that a fact?" grumbled Neale. "The more I think of it, the sorrier I am we put that advertisement in the paper, Aggie." There was nothing more to be said about that at the time, for Mr. Pinkney was already waiting for them on his front steps. His wife was at the door and she looked so weary-eyed and pale of face that Agnes at least felt much sympathy for her. "Oh, don't worry, Mrs. Pinkney!" cried the girl from her seat beside Neale. "I am sure Sammy will turn up all right. Neale says so-everybody says so! He is such a plucky boy, anyway. Nothing would happen to him." "But this seems worse than any other time," said the poor woman. "He must have never meant to come back, or he would not have taken that picture with him." "Nonsense!" exclaimed her husband cheerfully. "Sammy 132 sort of fancied himself in that picture, that is all. He is not without his share of vanity." "That is what you say," complained Sammy's mother. "But I just feel that something dreadful has happened to him this time." "Never mind," called Neale, starting the engine, "we'll go over the hills and far away, but we'll find some trace of him, Mrs. Pinkney. Sammy can't have hidden himself so completely that we cannot discover where he has been and where he is going." That is exactly what they did. They flew about the environs of Milton in a rapid search for the truant. Wherever they stopped and made inquiries for the first hour or so, however, they gained no word of Sammy. It was three o'clock, and they were down toward the canal on the road leading to Hampton Mills, when they gained the first possible clue of the missing one. And that clue was more than twenty-four hours old. A storekeeper remembered a boy who answered to Sammy's description...