Dorian was not tardy to Sunday School, and, considering his mental condition, he gave a good account of himself in the class.

He heard whispered comment on Carlia's disappearance.
After Sunday school Dorian went directly to Carlia's home.

He found the mother tear-stained and haggard with care.

The tears flowed again freely at the sight of Dorian, and she clung to him as if she had no other means of comfort.
"Do you know where Carlia is ?" she wailed.
"No, Sister Duke, I haven't the last idea.

I haven't seen her for some time." "But what shall we do, Dorian, what shall we do! She may be dead, lying dead somewhere!" "I hardly think that," he tried to comfort her.