Beatrice turned to him with eagerness, and again stated the urgency of their peculiar situation.
"Well, of course we've our instructions from the post office, and we've got to account for the calls, but in this particular case we might let you have one, and pay afterwards," he replied.

"Oh, never mind the watch; it's all right!" Beatrice lost no time in ringing up Number 167 Grovebury, and to her immense delight, when she got the connection, she heard her mother's voice at the instrument.

A short explanation was all that was necessary.
"Stay where you are at the Waverley post office, and I will get a taxi and fetch you myself immediately," returned Mrs.Jackson.

"It's the greatest relief to know what has become of you.

I was going to ring up the police station, and describe you as 'missing!'" The girls had to wait nearly three-quarters of an hour before the taxi made its appearance, and the welcome form of Mrs.Jackson stepped out of it.