Grace sought out Paul, who was with his aunt, whom Grace knew
slightly. Mrs. Carr greeted her warmly, and put her arms about her in
sympathy. Paul looked up at the familiar face and asked:

"Oo dot any tandy?"

"No, dear," said Grace, gently, "but I'll get you some soon. Mollie
will bring some, perhaps."

With this promise Paul was content, and Mrs. Carr left him with Grace.

Poor Grace! With all the whirl that her head was in, feeling as
wretched as she did, one thought was uppermost in her mind-- the
papers in the saddlebag. So much might happen to the valuable
documents that were needed now-- this very instant, perhaps-- by her
father. She almost wanted to go out in the storm and search for
Prince.

"But perhaps he ran straight home to the stable," she reasoned. "In
that case it will be all right, if only they think to go out and get
them from the saddle, and take them to papa. Oh, if only Will were
home from that ball game. What can I do? The telephone! They will be
worried when they see Prince come home, cut, and will think I am badly
hurt. I must let them know at once."

Mrs. Carr took her unexpected guest to the telephone, and Grace was
soon talking to her mother.

"Don't worry, Momsey," she said. "Prince ran away with me-- an auto
hit him-- now don't faint, I am all right. I'm at Mollie's Aunt