At first Tiny couldn’t eat a mouthful, but she was really very hungry, and finally she ate it all up.
“Mother will find me somehow,” she thought, as she slipped out of bed and knelt to say her prayers.
Tiny is Adopted
The next morning Tiny was awakened by a knock at her door.
“Good morning,” smiled the police matron. “I have a delightful surprise for you.”
“Good morning. What can it be?” cried Tiny. “Did my mother——?”
“You’ve nearly guessed,” nodded the police matron, helping her put on her shoes and stockings. “You’re going to have a mother, for a dear old lady—Mrs. Bountiful—wants to adopt you.”
“To adopt me? Why, I thought all adopted children lived in orphanages.”
“Oh, my, no!” exclaimed the police matron. “Children that run away are often——”
“I didn’t run away!” Tiny stamped her tiny foot. “I tell you I didn’t.”