"Well, do the best you can, Grace, until I come back," said Mr. Ford.
"And look after your mother. Perhaps this will be all right after all."
There were three weary days of waiting, relieved only by brief messages
from Mr. Ford, saying that he was doing all he could to find Will. Mrs.
Ford was not told the whole story, save that her son had gone into the
interior.
"Oh, I'm sure something must have happened!" exclaimed Grace, when on
the fourth day there came a message saying Mr. Ford was on his way back.
"He hasn't Will with him, or he would have said so. Oh, isn't it
perfectly terrible!"
"Now, don't worry," advised Betty. "I know that is easy to say, Grace,
and hard to do. But try. Even if your father hasn't found Will, perhaps
he has some trace of him. He would hardly come back without good
reason."
"I suppose not. Oh, aren't boys--terrible!"
"But Will didn't mean to cause all this trouble," spoke Mollie.
"I know. But he has, just the same."
Grace was too miserable even to think of chocolates.
Mr. Ford looked pale and tired when he came home, and his eyes showed
loss of sleep.
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