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Miss Lark's Andrew
Justastheywereabouttocrosstheroadtotheirownhouse,theyheardloudcriescomingfromNextDoor,andtheretheysawacurioussight.MissLark’stwomaidswererushingwildlyaboutthegarden,lookingunderbushesandupintothetreesaspeopledowhohavelosttheirmostvaluablepossession.AndtherewasRobertsonAy,fromNumberSeventeen,busilywastinghistimebypokingatthegravelonMissLark’spathwithabroomasthoughheexpectedtofindthemissingtreasureunderapebble.MissLarkherselfwasrunningaboutinhergarden,wavingherarmsandcalling:"Andrew,Andrew!Oh,he’slost.Mydarlingboyislost!WemustsendforthePolice.ImustseethePrimeMinister.Andrewislost!Ohdear!ohdear!"
MissLarkwasrunningaboutinhergarden
"Oh,poorMissLark!"saidJane,hurryingacrosstheroad.ShecouldnothelpfeelingsorrybecauseMissLarklookedsoupset.
ButitwasMichaelwhoreallycomfortedMissLark.JustashewasgoinginatthegateofNumberSeventeen,helookeddowntheLaneandtherehesaw—
"Why,there’sAndrew,MissLark.See,downthere—justturningAdmiralBoom’scorner!"
"Where,where?Showme!"saidMissLarkbreathlessly,andshepeeredinthedirectioninwhichMichaelwaspointing.
Andthere,sureenough,wasAndrew,walkingasslowlyandascasuallyasthoughnothingintheworldwasthematter;andbesidehimwaltzedahugedogthatseemedtobehalfanAiredaleandhalfaRetriever,andtheworsthalfofboth.
"Oh,whatarelief!"saidMissLark,sighingloudly.
