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.
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