"I hope," said Mrs. Bennett, severely, "that you're not thinking of keeping her all night."
"I—I—we—" faltered Mabel, "we—we sort of did."
"Well!" exclaimed Mrs. Bennett, not knowing how very late she was, "I guess we've come just in time. Mabel, put that child's things on and take her home at once."
"I can't," replied Mabel.
"Why not?"
"She hasn't any home."
"No home!"
"No. It's—it's run away."
"What! That baby?"
"No," stammered Mabel, "that baby's home. Not—not the house. Just her mother. She—she—Oh, she'll be back, some day."