e thought of what might be happening to Rosanna almost drove her wild.
She could not keep out of Rosanna's room, yet she could not bear to
touch a thing that the delicate little hands had handled. She wouldn't
dust. Rosanna's brush and comb lay on the dresser, and Minnie looked at
them tenderly, thinking of the long curls and wondering where and how
that lovely head was resting.

Mr. Culver went down town to a friend of his and borrowed a small car.
In this he scoured the city, and penetrated the most disreputable
portions with carefully worded questions concerning a child that had
strayed away. At lunch time Helen asked him if he would take her over to
see Mary and Gwenny. Helen had been spending her money for Gwenny, and
wanted to get her purchases where she could not see them and have them
remind her of Rosanna. Poor Helen had cried herself almost sick. With
all her broken, loving little heart she had prayed that she might be of
some help in finding Rosanna, for she too was sure that she would be
restored.

Mr. Culver was glad to take Helen over to Gwenny's, so Helen did the
things up in a neat parcel and they started.

"Don't you suppose if everyone knew that Rosanna was lost that they
would all help to look for her?" asked Helen.

"It will all come out in to-morrow morning's paper," answered Mr.
Culver. "They were afraid of scaring the people who are holding her, if
someone is holding her. The police hoped to find her before the
kidnapers were scared into carrying her a long ways off, or hiding her
perhaps in some of the caves around here. You see, Helen, with a family
as rich as the Hortons are, a child is sometimes held for what they call
ransom; that is, an immense sum of money which the parents are glad to
pay rather than have the child killed."

Mary and Gwenny were greatly shocked at the news, and wanted to hear all
about it over and over. Mr. Culver went on an errand and Helen waited
there with the two girls.

"Are they sure she wasn't hurt when she was trying to go somewhere?"
asked Mary.

"Mary saw a little girl run over by an automobile last night," said
Gwenny.

"She wasn't really run over," corrected Mary, "but pretty near."

"You don't think it was Rosanna?" cried Helen eagerly.

"Oh, no, it wasn't Rosanna," said Mary. "Rosanna never had on a dress
like that; it was just the kind of a dress I would wear and, besides,
her hair was cut short. And she wasn't pretty like Rosanna."

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