"But I'd better find out a few things first.

I'll come over to your house, Grace, and report," he called as he jumped out of the back of the cart.
The girls waited impatiently for his return, feeling that every moment Anne might be speeding away in some outgoing train, and they were losing valuable time.

Grace had thought of consulting her mother, her best and wisest counsellor at all times, but Mr.and Mrs.Harlowe had gone on a long drive to the home of Mrs.Harlowe's mother and would not return until late that night.

In half an hour their patience was rewarded; the gate clicked and David ran breathlessly up the walk, joining them presently in the parlor.
"It's true," he cried excitedly.

"Anne is at the Spencer Arms, probably locked up in a room.