"
For some minutes after Carie's flight Louise worked on, then
remembering her charge she discovered her absence. She ran to the gate
and looked up and down the street, she searched the garden and the
house, and finally burst in upon Aunt Zelie crying:
"I have lost her! I have lost her!"
The news spread in a moment; nothing else could be thought of till the
lost darling was found.
Carl ran in one direction, Sukey in another, and Bess flew over to ask
if by any chance Miss Brown had seen the runaway. Louise stood on the
porch, the picture of misery.
[Illustration: "A GIRL OF ELEVEN OR TWELVE HELPED HER UP AND
BRUSHED OFF HER CLOTHES."]
"You will never trust me again, _never_" she sobbed as her aunt came
out and stood beside her, looking anxiously up and down.
"I am sure you won't be so careless another time," Aunt Zelie said,
pitying her distress.
At this moment who should turn the corner but the small cause of all
the excitement, chatting away to her new friend, quite unconscious
that she was giving anybody any trouble!
"Why, Carie Hazeltine, where have you been?" cried Louise, drying her
eyes and running to meet her.
"I found her on Chestnut street--a dog had frightened her," her
companion explained, reluctantly releasing the plump hand she held.
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