That, however, was after Sarah had presented her offering to Louisa. For one anxious half day it seemed that there might be no presentation, for Sarah disappeared completely after saying good by to Bony; and diligent search on the part of her sisters failed to produce her. "Sarah didn't come to lunch, and Mother is worried," announced Rosemary, meeting the wagon as it returned from the cannery with Warren driving and Jack sitting on the empty crates in the back. Warren reined in the horses and looked anxious. "She hasn't taken Belle again, has she?" he asked. "No, I looked and Belle is in the pasture," replied Rosemary. "I've looked everywhere and Winnie came and helped me and Shirley, too. And Hugh telephoned he would be out for dinner--where can she have gone?" Jack spoke suddenly. "I'll tell you what I think," he said. "I think she is crying somewhere about Bony. You know Sarah--she would run a mile before she would let anyone see her cry. And I'll bet seeing Bony go just about broke her heart. She was crazy about that pig." "Yes, she was," agreed Rosemary. "Poor little Sarah! She was determined to sell him and give the money to Alec and Louisa--and all the time she must have cared so much!" "You go help Rosemary find her, Jack," said Warren. "Rich and I will get up the next load. Think where she would be likely to run and hide and then look for her there." Jack jumped down from the wagon and faced Rosemary anxiously. "Where shall we look?" he asked. "In the woods," answered Rosemary, after a moment's thought. "There's a place there we call the cave--four rocks around in a ring. You can climb over them and drop down on the moss and it feels as though you really were in a cave. Let's go look there." The woods were some distance away and the sun was hot, but Rosemary and Jack ran nearly all the way. Rosemary was almost crying, for the more she thought about Sarah, the more plausible it seemed that she must be heart-broken over the loss of her beloved pet. "You go look," whispered Jack, when they reached the four large rocks Rosemary had described. "Peek over and see if she is there." Cautiously Rosemary crawled over the rocks--long afterwards she remembered how cool and damp they felt to her fevered hands and knees--and peered down into the green hollow they formed. A little figure in a crumpled tan frock was huddled against one of the stones. "Sarah!" called Rosemary softly. "Sarah dearest! You must be starved!" "Go away!" said Sarah crossly. That was all she would say, though Rosemary told her how worried they had all been, urged that Doctor Hugh was coming to dinner and pleaded with her to come home at once and have something to eat. "Come on, Sarah--that's a good girl," begged Rosemary. "Jack is here, too, and he wants to get back to work."