One of the habits acquired from Jinny was a daily nap. She religiously put herself to bed, after luncheon, and each day upon rising she inspected herself in the glass to see if she was growing prettier. "I don't see that it helps much," she said frequently. But Ann encouraged her to persevere, partly because she felt that the highly strung child needed the rest, and partly because it was Ann's only breathing space in the twenty-four hours. Usually she went for a walk, carrying a book under her arm. One day as she started off on such a ramble Mrs. Bryce sent for her. "Miss Barnes, would you do me a favour? The dry-cleaner in Rockville has a lace gown of mine which I want to wear this afternoon, when some people are coming to tea. Would you motor over and get it? You could take the imp with you." "Isabelle is asleep just now." "Go before she wakes up, then." "Could one of the maids look after her, if she wakes?" "Yes, of course. I shall be so obliged." So Ann set forth in the motor, glad of a free hour or two in the open. She enjoyed it to the full, and although it took longer than she had anticipated, she carried the gown to Mrs. Bryce's door at five. "So much obliged," said that lady, sweetly. The nursery was empty, so were the bedrooms. Ann asked the maids where Isabelle was. No one had seen her. She went out into the grounds and to all her favourite haunts, but no Isabelle. Then, thoroughly alarmed, she went to Mrs. Bryce's door again. "Mrs. Bryce, did you send a maid to look after Isabelle?" "Oh, no, I forgot it"--in an annoyed tone. "I can't find her." "Can't find her? Oh, she must be somewhere,"--absently. "But I have looked everywhere. No one saw her go out. I have been gone over two hours, you know." Something of Ann's excitement affected Mrs. Bryce. "Oh, she couldn't get away far. Kate," she called to a maid in the dressing room, "did you see Isabelle?" "I saw her just after Miss Barnes left," said the girl. "She had on her best hat and coat, and I sez to her: 'Where ye goin?' an' she sez to me: 'I'm goin' to look for some reg'lar parunts' an' she went out the side door. I thought somebody was lookin' after her." "Oh, Mrs. Bryce, she's run away!" cried Ann. "Wouldn't you know she'd do it on a day when I was having a special tea!" she blazed. "Oh!" said Ann, looking the other woman straight in the eyes, and Mrs. Bryce knew that this girl despised her. Not that it mattered, but it was annoying at the moment. "Don't stand there talking. Get the chauffeur and tell him to go look for her," she ordered, turning to receive the lace gown that the maid held over her head.