'
Dolores did not seem much consoled by this curious promise, and Mysie's
childishness suddenly gave way to something deeper. 'I suppose,' she
said, 'if one is true, people find it out and trust one.'
'People can't see into one,' said Dolly.
'Mamma says there is a bright side and a dark side from which to look
at everybody and everything,' said Mysie.
'I know that,' said Dolores; 'I looked at the dark side of you all
when I came here.'
'Some day,' said Mysie, 'your bright side will come round to Uncle
Regie, as it has to us, you dear, dear old Dolly.'
'But do you know, Mysie,' whispered Dolores, in her embrace, 'there's
something more dreadful that I'm very much afraid of. Do you know
there hasn't been a letter from father since he was staying with Aunt
Phyllis--not to me, nor Aunt Jane, nor anybody!'
'Well, he couldn't write when he was at sea, I mean there wasn't any
post.'
'It would not take so long as this to get to Fiji; and besides. Uncle
Regie telegraphed to ask about that dreadful cheque, and there hasn't
been any answer at all.'
'Perhaps he is gone about sailing somewhere in the Pacific Ocean; I
heard Uncle William saying so to Cousin Rotherwood.' He said, 'Maurice
is not a fellow to resist a cruise.'
'Then they are thinking about it. They are anxious.'
'Not very,' said Mysie, 'for they think he is sure to be gone on a
cruise. They said something about his going down like a carpenter into
the deep sea.'
'Making deep-sea soundings, like Dr.
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