We MUST find him before his mother gets here . Dan King , you 're an idiot ! '' Dan was too frightened to resent this , at the time . However and wherever Jimmy had gone , he WAS gone , so much was certain . We tore about the house and yard like maniacs ; we looked into every likely and unlikely place . But Jimmy we could not find , anymore than if he had indeed melted into air . Mrs. Patterson came , and we had not found him . Things were getting serious . Uncle Roger and Peter were summoned from the field . Mrs. Patterson became hysterical , and was taken into the spare room with such remedies as could be suggested . Everybody blamed poor Dan . Cecily asked him what he would feel like if Jimmy was never , never found . The Story Girl had a gruesome recollection of some baby at Markdale who had wandered away like that -- `` And they never found him till the next spring , and all they found was -- HIS SKELETON , with the grass growing through it , '' she whispered . `` This beats me , '' said Uncle Roger , when a fruitless hour had elapsed . `` I do hope that baby has n't wandered down to the swamp . It seems impossible he could walk so far ; but I must go and see . Felicity , hand me my high boots out from under the sofa , there 's a girl . '' Felicity , pale and tearful , dropped on her knees and lifted the cretonne frill of the sofa . There , his head pillowed hardly on Uncle Roger 's boots , lay Jimmy Patterson , still sound asleep ! `` Well , I 'll be -- jiggered ! ''
said Uncle XXXXX .
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