Nobody was more concerned about her trouble than William Sebastian.
And he remembered more tempting pickles and jellies than had ever
been on the table before at once. Yet the dinner was soon over.
Grandma Padgett said she had intended to go a piece on the road that
afternoon anyhow, but she could not feel easy in her mind to go very
far until the child was found. Virginia folks and Marylanders were
the same as neighbors. If Mrs. Tracy would take a seat in the
carriage, they would make it their business to dally along the road
and meet the word the men out searching were to bring in. Mrs. Tracy
clung to Grandma Padgett's arm as if she knew what a stay the Ohio
neighbors had always found this vigorous old lady. The conveyance
which brought her from Indianapolis had been sent back. She was glad
to be with, the Padgetts. No railroad trains would pass through until
next day. William Sebastian helped her up the carriage steps, and
aunt Corinne set down reverently on the back seat beside her. Zene
was already rumbling ahead with the wagon. Mrs. Sebastian came down
the steps of log and put a hearty lunch in. It was particularly for
the child they hoped to find.
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