"I don't know," said Mrs. Maynard, her face very white. "It doesn't seem possible that any marauder should have slipped into the house and put this child in Totty's place. Why, it was only about a half-hour ago that the girls brought Totty in. Mildred, are you sure this isn't Totty?"
"Am I sure! Yes, I am. Wouldn't you know your own children from strangers? Helen, a dreadful crime has been committed. Somehow this baby has been substituted for mine. Oh, Totty, where are you now?"
"What shall I do, Mildred? Shall I call up Mr. Maynard on the telephone, or shall I ring up the police station?"
"Yes, call the police. It's dreadful, I know, but how else can we find Totty?"
Meantime Sarah appeared with a cup of warm milk.
The baby stretched out eager little hands, and Mrs. Maynard carefully held the cup for her to drink.
"She's a nice little thing," observed that lady. "See how prettily she behaves."
"Helen, you'll drive me crazy. I don't care how she behaves, she isn't Totty. Why, that isn't even Totty's little dress. So you see the kidnapper did change her shoes and wraps, but not her frock."
Mrs. Harrison showed signs of hysterics, and Mrs. Maynard was at her wits' end what to do.
"I suppose I'd better call the police," she said. "Here, Mildred, you hold this baby."