XXVII

Widow Adams was sitting up again, for it was way past midnight,

and Virginia was out. Many months ago Virginia was also out, and

was brought back, unconscious. So now Nina was again sitting up,

for Virginia was not a night-owl sort of a girl. Finally, around

two o'clock, Nina couldn't stand it, and had to call in a passing

patrolman. Now this patrolman was an original Organization of Youth

boy, and had always known Nina and Virginia; and said:--

"Oh, now! I wouldn't worry so. Possibly a bus had a blowout; or--"

"But Virginia said nothing _about_ going on a bus! Oh!! _How_ could

that child vanish so?"

Naturally, all that that patrolman could do was to call his station;

and Nina, almost all in, lay down, until, just about dawn a jangling

ringing brought this half wild woman to a front hall, shouting:--

"This is Nina Adams talking! Who? _What?_ Virginia, is that you? What's

wrong? What! You and Harold Thompson? Our aviator? You did what? Took

his aircraft to _what_ city? Why, that's so far you can't----" but

Virginia had hung up. So Nina also hung up, and sat down with a big,

long sigh:--

"My Virginia, not _running_ away, but _flying_ away, to marry! Oh, this

Youth of today!"

* * * * *

Around six o'clock that night, Virginia and Harold stood arm in arm in

Nina's parlor, as a big bus was groaning noisily away.

"But, Mama," said Virginia, sobbing pitifully, "I didn't think you

would----"

"That's just it, Virginia, you _didn't_ think!! But you _should!_ How

could I know what was going on? That's just you young folks of today.

You think of nothing but your own silly, foolish doings, and you allow

us old _good-for-nothings_ to go crazy with worry!!" and Nina sank in a

gasping swoon onto a sofa.

But old Doc Wilkins, arriving at Virginia's frantic call, knowing

Nina's iron constitution from childhood, soon had that limp form back

to normal; and, with a dark, disapproving scowl at Virginia, said:--

"Bring in a good batch of hot food, and your Ma will turn out all

right," and going out, with a snort of disgust, and banging viciously

that big front door!

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