This was
something that had never occurred before, save when Pacific had a
certain memorable attack of mumps that would have carried off any
child who was fitted for a better world, or one who was especially
beloved.
'Do you suppose anything is wrong?' asked Mary nervously.
'Of course not,' said Edith. 'I remember seeing Lisa in the
playground at one o'clock, but my impression is that she was alone,
and stayed only a moment. At any rate, I was very busy and did not
speak to her. Mrs. Grubb has probably taken the twins to have their
hair cut, or something of that sort.'
'What a ridiculous suggestion!' exclaimed Rhoda. 'You know perfectly
well that Mrs. Grubb would never think of cutting their hair, if it
swept the earth! She may possibly have taken them to join a band;
they must be getting to a proper age for membership. At any rate, I
will call there and inquire, on my way home, although I can never
talk to Mrs. Grubb two minutes without wanting to shake her.'
Rhoda made her promised visit, but the house was closed and the
neighbours knew nothing of the whereabouts of the children beyond the
fact that Mrs. Grubb was seen talking to them as she went into the
yard, a little after twelve o'clock. Rhoda naturally concluded,
therefore, that Edith's supposition must be correct, and that Mrs.
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