[CHAPTER XLVI.]
"He has certainly been carried on to New York," said Widow Jones. "There is nothing left but to get home and await results."
"I guess you're about right," said Samantha.
They left word at the railroad station to at once bring up any telegram that might come for them.
An hour after they arrived at Larchmont, every one had heard of Mrs. Jones and the baby, and her experience with the handsome stranger.
When a fortnight passed, and the weeks lengthened into months, Mrs. Jones began to be a little skeptical.
"We will keep the baby until he does come for it, Samantha," she said.
Somehow the little waif with the great dark eyes and the little rose-bud mouth had crept into their hearts, and they could not turn it away.
Samantha did her share in looking after the baby; but it was a little hard, for she had a great deal to do waiting upon customers in the village bakery.
The mother and daughter made no further mention of the handsome stranger.