The man stared. “I don’t know, ma’am. There was no baby in the car when you arrived here.”
“That there was not,” agreed Patty. “Well, how did she get there?”
“I’m sure I’ve no idea, ma’am.”
“Weren’t you here while I was in the store?”
“Yes, ma’am, but I was looking in at you, so’s to be ready to open your car door as soon as you came out.”
“Well, I never heard of anything so queer. I wonder what I’d better do.”
“Shall I call a policeman, ma’am?”
“Policeman? Gracious, no! This is a nice child. See how pretty she is, and how well dressed.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Patty looked up and down the street, but saw no one whom she could connect with the baby’s presence. A policeman drew near, and his expression was questioning. He hadn’t realised that there was a strange baby in the case, but he saw the lady was in a dilemma of some sort, and he was about to ask why.