"Have you any lost children?" asked Mother Brown.
"A few," answered the police officer behind the brass rail. "You can hear 'em crying."
Aunt Lu and Mother Brown listened. Surely enough, they heard several little children crying.
"They're in the back room," said the officer. "I'll take you in, and you can pick yours out."
CHAPTER XVIII
HOME AGAIN
Mother Brown and Aunt Lu went into the back room of the police station. Around the room, at a table, sat many policemen, most of them with their coats off, for it was rather a warm day. These were the policemen who were waiting for something to happen—such as a fire, or some other trouble—before they went out to help boys and girls, or men and women.
But, besides these policemen, there were some little children, three little boys, and two little girls, all rather ragged, all quite dirty, and at least one boy and one girl were crying.
"Oh, where did you get them all?" asked Mother Brown.