Mrs.Cullen vanished.

Of the apparition, only wreckage and a rightfully apprehensive Penrod were left.
"But where," Mrs.Schofield began, a few minutes later, looking suddenly mystified--"where--where--" "Where what ?" Mr.Schofield asked testily.

"What are you talking about ?" His nerves were jarred, and he was rather hoarse after what he had been saying to Penrod.

(That regretful necromancer was now upstairs doing unhelpful things to his nose over a washstand.) "What do you mean by, 'Where, where, where ?'" Mr.Schofield demanded.

"I don't see any sense to it." "But where is your old classmate ?" she cried.