At the corner they found Janet, and a big burly policeman who was just hanging up the receiver of a police 'phone attached to the telegraph pole.
"So you've found the little man, glory be!" he exclaimed. "It will be a pill for the force to swallow, but they deserve it! To think I have passed that house every day and never suspected. Well, I'll be after making up for lost time now by watching it like a cat until his nibs comes home and then off he'll go!"
"And the woman?" Phyllis inquired.
"Sure, she'll go with him to keep him company,"—the policeman grinned at what he really considered fine wit, tightened his belt importantly and grasping his night stick more firmly he walked down the street and stopped in a business like way before Miss Pringle's door.
The girls escorted Chuck back to the house. Auntie Mogs had returned during their absence and met them at the door.
"Children, where have you been? I have been so worried—" She stopped abruptly, as her eye fell on Chuck and his precious armful.
"Not little Don?" she asked excitedly.
"Yes, Auntie Mogs, we've found him." Phyllis's explanation tumbled out in hysterical phrases, the other two adding their own version, and in the midst of it Don woke up.
"I want to go home," he said sleepily and then, seeing Chuck, he opened his blue eyes wide in wonder.
"Give him to me," commanded Auntie Mogg, and she hugged him tight in her arms as she comforted and petted him.