“Oh, no! That is, I know I have no reason to be so, for Pina takes as great care of him as I could myself, only I think mothers are always uneasy when their infants are out of sight. I wish she would return.”
“Oh, she will be back in a few minutes,” said Anna, cheerfully.
“Listen! there is some one coming up,” said Drusilla.
Steps and voices were indeed heard near the room, and almost immediately there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” said Anna.
The door was opened by a waiter, who put in his head and said:
“If you please, my ladies, here is a policeman brought home your nursemaid almost in fits.”
“Lenny! where is Lenny? Has anything happened to him? Have you brought home my child?” cried Drusilla, starting up and rushing to the door before Anna could even answer.
“My child! my child! where is my child?” she cried, clasping her hands in an agony of terror.
“My lady, from the girl’s ravings I’m afeard she has—well, not to make it any worse than what it is—mislaid the child some’rs or other,” said the policeman, coming forward half helping and half dragging Pina, who, as soon as she saw her mistress, sank with a gasp of mute anguish at her feet.