They entered this establishment, which was a perfect treasury of necessary, useful and beautiful articles of wearing apparel for women and children of all ages and conditions.
It required but a short time to select from such stores a sufficient outfit for the child.
Having ordered her purchases to be sent to her address, Roma took Owlet to the Children’s Hospital, to see Titus Blair.
The lad was quite overjoyed to see so soon again the lady who had promised to take him to the seaside, and with her the little playmate whom he had known at the Wesleyan Flats.
“She used to ride up and down in the elevator with me a great many times a day, ma’am. It was almost the onliest amoosement she had, afore yo’ took her in han’, poor little thing!” Titus explained, looking fondly at the child.
“I know,” said Miss Fronde.
Owlet seated herself beside the invalid boy, and said:
“Titus, I have got such lots and lots and lots to tell you! Not such stories like Cinderella, because them’s all lies, you know; but real, awful ’ventures with a wicked man, who was not possessed of a grain of common sense, and stole children away and made them go dead! Yes, and about horrid old women who smell enough to knock you down, and tell you such lies! Oh! I’ve got lots of ’ventures to tell you, Titus.”
The boy stared first at the child and then at the lady.
“Yes, Titus,” she said, “little Catherine was stolen from Goblin Hall, but you see we have got her back, safe and well. Now do not let us talk about it any more to-day. It is not good for either of you. The doctor says you can go to the seaside any time with me now.”