scold at him; but this evening he looked at her, and said,--

"I can get out of your way, cousin."

She shoved the bolt in on the house-door with such violence that the
door shook, and went into the sitting-room, slamming that door behind
her. Rico went up into his dark little bedroom.

On the following day, as all the big family in the other cottage
were eating their supper,--the parents, the grandmother, and all the
children,--the cousin came running over, and called out from the
door to ask if they knew any thing about Rico: she had no idea where
he could be.

"He will come fast enough when it is time for supper," replied the
father quietly.

The cousin entered the room. She had been quite sure that the lad was
there, and she expected him to come out if she only stood at the door
and asked for him.

Now she went on to tell them that he had not made his appearance at
breakfast, nor at dinner-time, and that he had not been in bed the
previous night, for she had found it as she had left it; and she
believed that he must have gone away very early in the morning before
daybreak, wandering about as he was in the habit of doing, for the bolt
was pushed aside on the house-door when she went to open it. She thought
at first that she must have forgotten to bolt it the night before in her
anger, for nobody knew how angry she had been.