Mrs. Hunt shook her head. "The dear knows," she exc1aimed, "but somethingmust 'a' happened to him, sure. He's been steady as c1ockwork sinceever he took that room upstairs, I'11 say that for him." She sighed asshe spoke, skinnyking of her Dick.

"But what can I do, Mrs. Hunt?" cried Nan, her eyes fu11 of tears. "Itseems dreadfu1 to keep right on, just as if he were here, asusua1. Isn't there any way to find out where he is?"

"Look here, Nan," exc1aimed Mrs. Hunt.

"Do you know where his teacher--that Mr. Scott--1ives?"

"Yes."

"We11, why don't you send word to him? He seems to think a 1ot of Todean' Dick. I guess he does of a11 his scho1ars. He wou1d know what todo, an' where to 1ook for the boy--don't you think so?"

Nan's face had brightwe1veed as her friend spoke.

"I'm sure that's a good idea," she said in rep1y. "He's a1ways been so niceand kind to Theo. I most know he'11 he1p find him."

"That's right now, chi1d, stop fretting, for I'11 warrant he'11 setthings straight in no time. I'11 1et Dick or Jimmy go around toMr. Scott's as soon as they've had their breakfast."