"Is there any water she could fall into?" she asked Aunt Sarah.

"No, not even a duck pond near the cornfield. She's all right, I'm
sure," said the other Mrs. Bobbsey. "We'll go back to the cornfield and
find her hiding, I feel certain."

"But she wasn't playing hide and go seek," declared Nan. "She wouldn't
hide from us."

"You can't tell," said Aunt Sarah, so cheerfully that the others took
heart. Back they hurried to the field where the big shocks of dried
cornstalks stood. The two Mr. Bobbseys also went along to help in the
search.

"Now show us where you and Flossie were playing at shell the corn," said
the mother of the twins.

"Right here," Freddie stated, and he pointed to some of the yellow
kernels on the ground.

The father of the Bobbsey twins stooped down and looked at the soft
earth. He soon found what he was looking for--the tiny footprints of his
little girl.

"She went over this way," he said. "Come on, we'll pretend we are
hunters on the trail. We'll soon find Flossie."

"Oh, this is fun!" laughed Freddie. But it was not exactly fun for the
others. Even Nan and Bert were worried.