"I must be off. I'll think it over and let you know what I've figured out for you."
"Well, hurry up about it. It's a lot to think of. I never thought I'd take to raisin' children at my time of life; but you never can tell what you'll end as. I'm pretty old to begin, I'm afraid."
"Come now, Miss Doane; don't get cold feet. One is never too old to try something. If it doesn't work, you can always send them to the police that Mr. Thornton tells you about. They're always there; so are the homes."
"Yes; that's so. And they wouldn't be no worse off'n when they come. Well—you run along and start somethin'."
"Yes, we'll start something, Miss Doane."
Dr. Eaton went away, and the next morning he got an excited telephone call from Drusilla herself, which showed that it was of the utmost importance to her and even overcame her dislike of talking into a "box," as she called it.
"Come right over, Dr. Eaton; come right over at once," she said. "I've got another baby and they've caught the mother."
Dr. Eaton lost no time in coming to Drusilla, and he found a very excited little woman, with her hat and gloves on, waiting for him.
"Don't come in; I'll tell you on the way. I've got the car and my bunnet's on, so we'll go along."
Drusilla did not stop to explain but stepped into the car, and gave directions to the chauffeur.