“Have you seen a woman with a baby pass by here?” called Uncle John.
“No.”
“Thank you, ma’am; sorry to have troubled you,” said the little man, but in a very disappointed voice.
“Hold on a minute!” cried Runyon, as the woman was closing the window. “They told us at the last house that a woman with a baby stopped there for supper.”
“Oh; they did, eh?”
“Yes; and she came in this direction; so we thought you might have seen her.”
“Well, I might, if I’d looked in the glass,” she said with grim humor. “I’m the woman.”
“Oh, indeed!” cried Uncle John, feeling bewildered. “And the baby?”
“Safe asleep, if your yellin’ don’t wake him.”
“Then—it’s—your baby!”