t expect it always to be fine. To-morrow will be sunny again very likely," and at this Max brightened up again.
"Him will bring the ladder then, perhaps," he said to himself.
Mamma proved a true prophet, "To-morrow" was a lovely day. So lovely that she and Max's father drove away to some distance, leaving word that they would not be back till the evening.
"Good-bye, darling. Be a good boy. Nurse will let you play in the garden all the afternoon," were their last words to the happy little face waving good-bye from the window.
But late that evening when they returned, they were met by a crowd of white-faced frightened servants, with a sad story to tell. "Master Max was not to be found. They had hunted up and down--everywhere. He was playing in the garden beside nurse, and she just left him for an instant to fetch her work, and when she came back he was gone--she gave the alarm at once, and ever since they had been searching." But in vain. Yet where could he be? There was no