"You can go into the drawing-room, of course," said Mrs Pyke; "although I must say you puzzle me very much, for I know of no little boy there. The doctor and I are having a cosy little supper in the drawing-room at the present moment; we often do of an evening to get away from the children, and I assure you there is no little boy in the room." Nevertheless, Harriet would go for herself. Ralph must be where she had desired him to stay. With her face very white, her whole appearance exceedingly wild, and her poor little heart beating almost to suffocation, she poked about the untidy and ugly drawing-room. She looked under sofas and behind curtains, and finally burst into tears. "He is not here--he is gone! What will become of me?" she sobbed. "Why," said Dr Pyke, who had not recognised her at first, "why, surely I cannot be mistaken--you are one of the little girls from Abbeyfield! My dear child, sit down and tell my wife and me at once what is the matter." "Oh, I must not stay," said Harriet, struggling to suppress her tears; "but I--oh, it is too dreadful!" And then she told, as best she could, the story of her day's adventure. "I should not have done it," she said in conclusion, "but it was so tempting, and I thought of course he would wait for me." "This, my dear," said Dr Pyke, turning to his wife, when Harriet had finished speaking, "is one of my little patients at Abbeyfield. Her name is Harriet Lane, and I am thankful to say that, as a rule, she does not put many pennies into the doctor's pocket; but, my dear child, if you give way like this you will be ill, and then I shall be the richer, and you the poorer. Come now, stop crying; of course you have done wrong, but doubtless you have no cause for alarm. The little boy, my dear wife, is little Ralph Durrant. His father--you must know his father's name, of course--_the_ Durrant, you know, the great African explorer. I have seen the little fellow, a most sweet little man. I am sure, my dear child, that we shall find your little friend safe at school. And now, if you will take my hand, I will bring you back to Abbeyfield, and try to explain what has occurred." "Oh, oh!" sobbed Harriet. "Oh, oh--I am too miserable. I am certain that Ralph--little Ralph, is lost!" Book 1--CHAPTER TWELVE. IN THE HIGH WOODS. Alas! Harriet was right. When they reached the house, and when she wildly enquired of Miss Ford if Ralph were anywhere about, she was met by that astonished woman's instant denial. "Where have you been yourself?" said Miss Ford, speaking in great agitation. "We wondered what you and Ralph could be doing, and now you come here without him, and--and--Dr Pyke, you have brought her! Is anything wrong?" "I greatly fear there is, Miss Ford," said the doctor. "Please don't scold this poor child at present. There is no doubt she has behaved very badly, but our immediate duty is to find the poor little fellow."