"I'm always happy to deliver such good news," she said. "I know how long you two have been waiting, but now I think your prayers have been answered."
Jane Bryan caught her breath sharply.
"Oh, Mrs. Purdy! You mean—"
"Yes, my dear. It isn't often that we are able to find just the infant our prospective parents have requested. But Fate has been good to you both. Recently, our agency was fortunate enough to receive a foundling infant boy. He's a perfect darling—just about a month old, blue eyes, blond hair, and an absolute charmer."
Jane's husband, Dan, reached over to grip his wife's hand.
"You really mean it, Mrs. Purdy?"
"I certainly do. Naturally, you were one of the first couples I thought of when the baby was brought here. The poor little thing was abandoned on our very doorstep; it was like a gift from Heaven. Now, all we have to do is complete a few minor formalities—"
Jane couldn't help herself. The tears started in her pretty green eyes, and she fumbled helplessly in her purse for her handkerchief. Dan got up and went to her. He put her head on his shoulder, and let her weep in happiness and relief. Mrs. Purdy watched them, her eyes tender.
"Can we see him?" Dan asked. "Can we see our baby now, Mrs. Purdy?"
"Of course. Come right this way."