“Come along!” said the policeman.
“Where to?” asked Clare.
“You’ll see when you get there.”
“But I can’t leave baby!”
“Baby must come along too,” answered the policeman, more gently, for he had children of his own.
“But she has no clothes to go in!” objected Clare.
“She must go without, then.”
“But she’ll take cold!”
“She don’t run naked in the house, do she?”
“No; she can’t run yet. I keep her in a blanket. But the blanket ain’t mine; I can’t take it with me.”