"I am happy to be able to inform you, Madam, that our search has been
successful," said the policeman, standing at attention.

"What? Have you found her?" cried Miss Poppleton eagerly; then she
stopped as she recognized Meg. "Ah! So that's it, is it? I'm sorry to
say, constable, that you've brought the wrong girl!"

Meg had thought out her plan of action carefully during her drive in the
cab, and took advantage of the sensation that followed to rush at the
Principal with an air of aggrieved and injured innocence.

"Oh, Miss Poppleton! Isn't it a horrible mistake!" she exclaimed. "I
told them my name, and they wouldn't believe me! Oh! please, may I go
home immediately? My mother will be so dreadfully anxious at my being so
late!"

"Meg, do you know where Gipsy is?" interposed Miss Edith, catching her
by the arm.

"Indeed I don't; I haven't the least idea!" replied Meg truthfully.
"Please let me go home, and relieve Mother's mind!"

"Yes, go at once!" answered Miss Poppleton distractedly; and turning to
the rueful constable, she began to explain matters with much volubility.

Meg vanished like the wind, thankful that in the general excitement
nobody had remarked upon the fact that she was wearing Gipsy's dress.
She considered that she had come out of the affair uncommonly well, and
congratulated herself upon her presence of mind in the emergency. She
hurried home as fast as she could, anxious to tell the tale of Gipsy's
escape and her own adventure, and rather proud of her share in both. To
her surprise her mother took an utterly different view of the case from
her own.

"Gipsy run away!" cried Mrs. Gordon in great consternation. "And you
changed dresses with her so as to help her? Oh, Meg! what have you done!
You naughty, foolish, foolish girl! You little know the dangers you may
have thrown her into. We must do our utmost to find her and bring her
back this very evening. We should never forgive ourselves if any harm
came to her. I must telephone at once, and see if Father's still at the
office."

"But, Mummie darling, Gipsy doesn't want to be caught and brought back
to Poppie's tender mercies. She's going to ship as a stewardess, and go
to South Africa to look for her father. I think it's ripping!"

"You don't know what you're talking about, Meg. Gipsy is too young to
manage her own affairs without consulting her elders. I would have had
the poor child here, rather than that she should run away. Tell me
ever