The wondering girl was placed in the motor and whirled swiftly toward Brookvale.
Drusilla was quiet for a time. Then:
"Dr. Eaton," she said, "I believe we've found our nurses. Here's our first one. Why can't we find the other mothers?"
"I am afraid that would be rather difficult."
"Difficulties are made to get around. If this young girl is willin' to work to be with her baby, some of the other mothers must be the same. Perhaps some of 'em was in just the same fix as this one. Now, look at that letter of John's mother. It sounded as if she wouldn't 'a' left him if she could 'a' got work to keep him. Why can't we git as many mothers as we can and have them nurse the children? We got to have nurses of some kind, and the mothers'd be better than jest hired girls."
"It's a good idea, Miss Doane; but how can we get them? They naturally didn't leave their addresses."
"We'll advertise in the papers."
"But that would scare them; they would be afraid it would be a trap to get them arrested."
"Say in the papers that we won't arrest 'em, but that we'll give 'em a chance to support their babies and live with them while they're doin' it. Tell 'em I give my word that nothin'll happen to 'em. Git that young man that talked to me once. He said he'd do anything for me I asked him. Git him to write it all up."
Dr Eaton pondered thoughtfully for a few moments.