Daphne entered, interested and excited, followed by her father, stiff, erect, the correct lawyer troubled by unnecessary and petty affairs of the women world.
Daphne came to the baby, who stopped his wails long enough to stare at the new visitor with round, wondering eyes.
"Oh, isn't he a dear! How did you find him?"
Drusilla handed her the letter. "Read that, and then you'll know as much as me."
Daphne read the note out loud.
"Isn't it romantic, Father!" she exclaimed. "Just like you read about in books. Oh, look at James with the bottle!"
James looked neither to the right nor to the left but handed the bottle to Drusilla. She felt it to test its warmth and gave it to the squirming baby, who settled down into the hollow of her arm with a little gurgle of content. The four stood around the baby and watched it for a few moments in silence. Soon its lids began to droop and it was off to slumberland.
"What are you going to do with it, Miss Doane?" whispered Daphne.
"I'm sure I don't know. That's why I sent for your father."
"It's clearly a case for the police," Mr. Thornton said dryly. "I will telephone them."