"That's funny," Patty said, "Winnie always has baby here at this hour.
She takes her morning nap about now. Where can they be?"
The bassinette was disordered, as if the child had been taken from it, and Patty looked at it in amazement. She ran around to several adjoining rooms, and returned, with a frightened face.
"Elise, there's no sign of Baby or Winnie anywhere! What does it mean?"
"Goodness! I don't know! Did the nurse go down to see her beau,—and take the baby with her?"
Just then Nurse Winnie appeared: "Here's the food, Mrs. Farnsworth," she said, showing a bowl of steaming white liquid. "It's all ready."
"What food?" said Patty, mystified.
"Miss Thorpe came here fifteen minutes ago, and said you ordered me to a make a bowl of prepared food,—that Fleurette was not getting enough nourishment."
"Why, I did nothing of the sort! Where is Miss Thorpe? And where is the baby?"
"I don't know," and Winnie looked as if she thought Patty was crazy.
"Don't you know, ma'am?"