pathy. Paul looked up at the familiar face and asked:
"Oo dot any tandy?"
"No, dear," said Grace, gently, "but I'll get you some soon. Mollie will bring some, perhaps."
With this promise Paul was content, and Mrs. Carr left him with Grace.
Poor Grace! With all the whirl that her head was in, feeling as wretched as she did, one thought was uppermost in her mind—the papers in the saddlebag. So much might happen to the valuable documents that were needed—now this very, instant, perhaps—by her father. She almost wanted to go out in the storm and search for Prince.
"But perhaps he ran straight home to the stable," she reasoned. "In that case it will be all right, if only they think to go out and get them from the saddle, and take them to papa. Oh, if only Will were home from that ball game. What can I do? Then telephone! They will be worried when they see Prince come home, cut, and will think I am badly hurt. I must let them know at once."
Mrs. Carr took her unexpected guest to the telephone, and Grace was soon talking to her mother.
