But Patty jumped in the car beside the child, and said, “Home, Martin,” so quickly, that the policeman wandered on without a word.
“It’s ridiculous to take you home, baby,” Patty said; “but what can I do with you?”
“F’owers,” said the little voice, and the stranger offered them to Patty to smell.
“Yes, nice flowers,” returned Patty, absently, as she stared hard at her visitor. “Who are you, dear?”
“Middy,—des Middy,” and the little face dimpled in glee.
“Well, Middy, you’re one too many for me!” and they went on toward home.
“Oh, Nan!” cried Patty, as she took her new friend indoors, “look who’s here!”
“Who is she?” asked Nan, looking up from her book, as Patty deposited the small morsel of humanity on a sofa.
“Dunno. She was wished on me while I was in at Morley’s. Came out of the shop to find her sitting bolt upright in the car.”
“Really? Did somebody abandon her?”