"Very well, Mildred. You take off her wraps, and I'll ask Sarah to warm some milk for her."
Mrs. Maynard went to speak to Sarah, and Mrs. Harrison lifted the sleeping baby from the carriage.
She sat the blinking-eyed child on her knee while she unfastened her coat. Then she took off the veil and cap, and then,—she stared at the baby, and the baby stared at her.
Suddenly Mrs. Harrison gave a scream.
"Helen, Helen!" she called to her friend, and Mrs. Maynard came running to her side.
"What is the matter, Mildred? Is Totty ill?"
By this time the baby too had begun to scream. Always afraid of strangers, Miss Dotty Curtis didn't know what to make of the scenes in which she found herself, nor of the strange lady who held her.
"Mildred, dear, what is the matter? You look horror-stricken! And what ails Totty?"
"This isn't my child!" wailed Mrs. Harrison.
"Totty isn't your child! What do you mean?"