"Yes, they went through them all," said Helen. "There were lots of children that had been hurt one way and another, and there was one little girl who had been hurt on the head, and couldn't tell who she was, but she was not Rosanna. The detectives took a picture of Rosanna along so they could be sure."
"That must have been the little girl I saw hurt," said Mary. "It was right on Third Street, and they took her down to the Morton Memorial Hospital right away. But it wasn't Rosanna."
"No, of course not," sighed Helen.
"Of course not!" echoed Mary.
"I wish it was Rosanna," said Helen with a sob. "I wish it was!"
Leaving these thoughts to worry Mary and Gwenny, Helen went off with her father, and in the course of time reached home.
There was a message from Mrs. Horton asking Helen to come to her as soon as she could.
"I wish you would go with me," said Helen wistfully to her mother.
"I do not think I had better," said Mrs. Culver. "She asked particularly for you. Don't get excited whatever is said. I trust you to act as though I was at your side. You know, darling, that I always trust you."
Helen burst into tears. "Oh, mother, dear, dear mother, think of poor, poor Rosanna who has no mother at all to go to for advice!"