Now that the important letter had really been sent both Aunt Nancy and Jack were in a nervously expectant frame of mind.
They were unable to decide whether the editor of the newspaper or Mrs. Littlefield would write first, and anxiously they awaited for some tidings.
Jack went to the post office for every mail, and the little woman actually neglected to wipe imaginary specks of dust from the furniture during three whole days.
At the expiration of this time both were startled at seeing Daniel Chick drive up the lane with a strange lady in his wagon.
It was at the close of the afternoon, and the two were sitting under the big oak while Louis nestled snugly in the little woman's arms.
There was no doubt in Aunt Nancy's mind as to who the stranger might be when she leaped from the carriage, and, seizing the baby in her arms, covered his face with kisses and tears.
"It's the dear little fellow's mother," Aunt Nancy whispered, as she led Jack away, "and it is well to leave her alone for a while. She may be hungry, and we must get supper at once. Send Daniel Chick off while I start the fire."
It was not an easy matter to dismiss the driver of the vehicle.
He had been unable to extract any information from Mrs. Littlefield, and wanted to know why she had come to Aunt Nancy's at least three weeks before the summer boarders should arrive.
"It's the baby's mother, and we want to leave her alone," Jack replied.