Miss Drayton put her finger on Anne's lips, and they tiptoed
into the cozy sitting-room.
Then Miss Drayton called in an offhand way: "Pat, oh, Pat! There's a
child in the sitting-room that wants to see you."
"Who is he?"
His aunt did not seem to hear. Anyway, she did not answer. Pat,
whistling ragtime, sauntered into the sitting-room.
Anne flew into his arms.
"Why, what--" and then he realized that it was Anne. Anne! He gave her a
bear's hug and danced about the room, holding her high in his arms. Miss
Drayton laughed till tears came.
"Where did you come from? How did you get here? Did Aunt Sarah find you?
Does dad know you've come? When--"
"There, there, Pat! Not more than three questions at a time, please,"
interrupted his aunt. "And you're not leaving Anne breath to answer
one."
How much there was to ask and to tell! Anne gave an account of her
wanderings. Pat told how they had searched for her, how grieved the
asylum people and the Marshall family were at not being able to find
her. "Why, there's that little chap Dunlop. He asked if you had any jam
for your supper--and I told him 'No'--and he wouldn't touch it--said he
didn't want it, if Anne didn't have any.
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