Parlin, "or tried
to. Strange we did not think of that!"
But aunt Martha had not seen her, nor had any one else. Horace and
Abner went up to the Pines, but the forest beyond they never thought
of exploring; it did not seem probable that such a small child could
have strolled to such a distance as that.
Supper time came and went. There was a short thunder-shower. The
Parlins shuddered at every flash of lightning, and shivered at every
drop of rain; for where was delicate, lost little Fly?
Abner and Horace were out during the shower. Horace would have braved
hurricanes and avalanches in the cause of his dear little Topknot.
"There's one thing we haven't thought of," said Abner, shaking the
drops from his hat and looking up at the sky, which had cleared again;
"we haven't thought of the railroad surveyors! They are round the town
everywhere with their compasses and spy-glasses."
It was not a bad idea of Abner's. He and Horace went to the hotel
where the railroad men boarded. The engineer's face lighted at once.
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