Then there was a little pause, spent in undressing the child.
"Now, get into bed, and go to sleep as soon as you can."
"Will you take me to my papa to-morrow?"
"No," answered the woman, shortly. "Your papa wants you to stay with me."
"Won't I never see my papa again?" asked the child, almost ready to cry.
"Yes; perhaps he'll come to see you next week," answered the woman, fearing that the child might sob and compel her to remain upstairs.
"Clip," said Bob, who had taken Clip's place at the hole in the partition, "there's no doubt of it. The girl has been stolen. I wish I could go into the room, and asked her about her father and her home."
He went to the door and tried it, but it was firmly locked, and it was quite useless to try to get out.
Meanwhile, Joe and his wife were conversing downstairs.
"Joe," said the woman, "I hope I'll get rid of that brat soon. She's a heap of trouble."