CHAPTER VII MISSING!THE next morning Leila Duane burst into Dorothy's room without the formality of knocking.
"What's the matter?" asked Dorothy, fixing her large, dark eyes on her friend's perturbed face. Dorothy's own face was not smiling. She looked a little pale, and seemed weary, as if she had passed a restless and wakeful night.
Leila looked at her silently for a minute. "Dorothy," she began, "something strange has happened—at least, we don't know whether it's strange or not."
"Well, do you know whether it's happened or not?" questioned Dorothy rather satirically.
Whereupon Leila sat down on the edge of the bed and began to cry. "Dorothy, don't be frivolous," she sobbed. "It may be something awful. They can't find Mr. Arnold."
"Can't find Justin! What do you mean? Where is he?"
