here'll
be trouble--"

"Who told you?"

"That's just it. Nobody,--except a--oh, a mysterious force, a--just
an impulse, you know."

"Obey it if you like. May I go, too?"

"Well, it's this. Just before we turned that last corner a motor passed
us, you know."

"Yes, I saw it. One of Farnsworth's,--with some of the servants in it."

"It was. Patty gives them rides in turn. Now, Winnie the nurse was in,
and so it must be her Sunday out. And, of course, Patty is home there
with the baby,--she never leaves her if Winnie's away, but still--I feel
as if I must go home to look after that child!"

"Is that all? Let's go, then. We can walk back as well as to go on."

"But,--don't laugh, now,--I feel we ought to hurry. Let's take the
trolley-car,--it isn't far to the line."

"You sure have got a hunch! But your will is my law. Wish we were near a
garage,--I'm not a bit fond of Sunday trolley riding!"

"I'm not either,--but, Phil, you're awful good not to laugh at me."

"Bless your soul, I've no notion of laughing at you! Your presentiment
may be the real thing,--for all I know. Anyway, if you want to go home,
you're going."

So go they did, and, by the trolley-car route, arrived at the house in
half an hour.

As they passed the Gales' place, on their way from the car-line to the
house, Van Reypen said, "Guess I'll stop here a minute if you don't
mind. I left my pet pipe here yesterday. Skip along home, and I'll
follow."

Azalea went on and was surprised to find the house deserted.

She went straight to the nursery, and found Fleurette in the care of
Janet, who was substitute nurse in Winnie's absence.

"Everything all right, Janet?" said Azalea.

"Yes, Miss Thorpe. Baby's had her milk, and I think she'll soon go to
sleep."

"She doesn't look much like it now," and Azalea smiled at the gurgling,
laughing child, who was wide awake and in frolicsome mood.

"Where's Mrs. Farnsworth?" Azalea asked.

"She went motoring with Miss Gale. They all went,--and all the help have
gone too. I'm alone in the house with the baby."

"Glad I came home, then. Mr. Van Reypen is here too, and I think I'll
take Fleurette down on the porch for half an hour. When she gets sleepy
I'll bring her up here."

"Very well, Miss Thorpe. I'll be here."

Janet busied herself about the nursery and Azalea went downstairs with
the baby in her arms.

On the vine-shaded porch they sat, and as Van Reypen stayed chatting
with some of the Ga