“Dear Mrs. Stanhope,” she said, entreatingly, “do let me send some one out to look for the children. I cannot rest for fear that they have met with some accident.” “Where can we send? We have no clue to the direction they have taken,” answered Mrs. Stanhope in a tone of vexation. “It is very provoking. Fani never did such a thing before. I will go with you.” She rose and went through a long corridor to the court-yard. Clarissa and the children followed. There they found the servants all assembled: the footman, coachman, cook, and maids were holding a council. They were talking over the children’s absence, its possible cause, and Mrs. Stanhope’s probable displeasure. When that lady came upon them unperceived, they tried to separate and escape; but it was too late. She told the men to go out into the street and to inquire in different directions whether anything had been seen of the lost children. Lina came forward to say that the cook knew that the young lady had gone fishing. It was a pity that all these young people were so cruel to animals, the house-maid added; and therewith she shot an angry glance at Fred, whom she hadn’t forgiven for the trouble he had given her. “For Heaven’s sake!” cried Clarissa, in great alarm. “If those children have gone out on the river, something terrible must have happened to them! If we could only have the least idea which way they went!” The cook, being appealed to, said that she had directed the young lady to the fisherman’s hut. It might be well to look for her there. Clarissa started at once, calling the men to go with her and show her the way. Poor Elsli was more frightened now than any one else. She thought that Aunt Clarissa would now learn the story which she ought long ago to have told her. By her daily visits she had become so familiar with all the wants and sufferings of the fisherman’s family that she had been led on to undertake more and more, till at last she had come to do nearly all the housework of the poor little dwelling. But gradually had grown upon her the conviction that Mrs. Stanhope would be extremely displeased if she knew of her conduct. In great agony she now started after Aunt Clarissa, crying out:-- “Oh, do let me go with you! I have something to tell you, and we can talk as we go.” “My dear child, what a time to choose to tell me something! How could I listen now? Turn back directly. What will Mrs. Stanhope think to see you running away at such a time?”