"What!" cried Drusilla, sitting erect in her chair.
"What!" exclaimed Dr. Eaton. "Where's the watchman?"
"I don't know, sir. The baby was found at the laundry door, and no one was in sight, though we all searched the grounds and the roads."
"Well, I swan! I thought we'd stopped. What'll we do with it?"
James said impressively: "We'd better send this one to the police station."
"James," said Drusilla severely, "I've told you I won't send a baby to the police station. Bring it up and let me see it!"
"But, ma'am, this is different—"
Drusilla sniffed.
"It can't be much different. A baby is a baby—"
"But, ma'am—Dr. Eaton—I—"