e was
determined to sell him and give the money to Alec and Louisa--and all
the time she must have cared so much!"

"You go help Rosemary find her, Jack," said Warren. "Rich and I will
get up the next load. Think where she would be likely to run and hide
and then look for her there."

Jack jumped down from the wagon and faced Rosemary anxiously.

"Where shall we look?" he asked.

"In the woods," answered Rosemary, after a moment's thought. "There's
a place there we call the cave--four rocks around in a ring. You can
climb over them and drop down on the moss and it feels as though you
really were in a cave. Let's go look there."

The woods were some distance away and the sun was hot, but Rosemary and
Jack ran nearly all the way. Rosemary was almost crying, for the more
she thought about Sarah, the more plausible it seemed that she must be
heart-broken over the loss of her beloved pet.

"You go look," whispered Jack, when they reached the four large rocks
Rosemary had described. "Peek over and see if she is there."

Cautiously Rosemary crawled over the rocks--long afterwards she
remembered how cool and damp they felt to her fevered hands and
knees--and peered down into the green hollow they formed. A little
figure in a crumpled tan frock was huddled against one of the stones.

"Sarah!" called Rosemary softly. "Sarah dearest! You must be starved!"

"Go away!" said Sarah crossly.

That was all she would say, though Rosemary told her how worried they
had all been, urged that Doctor Hugh was coming to dinner and pleaded
with her to come home at once and have something to eat.

"Come on, Sarah--that's a good girl," begged Rosemary. "Jack is here,
too, and he wants to get back to work."

"Tell him to go, then," muttered Sarah. Jack climbed over one of the
boulders and gazed down at the obdurate little person whose unhappy
brown face lacked its usual life and color. Sarah did not look like
herself.

"Look here, Sarah," said Jack with directness, but not unkindly. "Your
mother is worried stiff about you and you're coming back with us and
coming now. If you don't want me to climb down there and pull you out,
you'd better scramble up this minute."

Suddenly Sarah climbed up the rock furthest from Jack and dropped to
the ground. She refused to take Rosemary's hand and scuffed on before
them silently, like a small Indian in a very bad temper.

"She does care," whispered Rosemary to Jack. "She always