“I didn’t write and tell them I had lost the baby,” answered Mrs. Martin. “I didn’t dare do that. But I had a cablegram from them asking how Jenny was, and to-day I sent them a message, saying she was well. For indeed she is. Your wife took very good care of her. Oh, I am so sorry for all the trouble I have caused,” and the old woman wept again.
“You couldn’t help it,” said Mr. Bobbsey kindly. “Perhaps you had better come back and stay with my wife until Mr. and Mrs. Watson arrive from South America. Bring Baby Jenny and stay with us.”
“Oh, yes, please do!” begged Nan. “We won’t know what to do without Baby May—I mean Baby Jenny!” she quickly corrected herself.
“All right, I’ll do that,” said Mrs. Martin.
The children were very excited and began making plans for taking care of the infant. They were to get good practise for their next adventure to be known as “The Bobbsey Twins Keeping House.”
Before going to the farm, they telephoned the news to Mrs. Bobbsey at Pine Hill, and there was a happy meeting when, once more, the baby was with those who had cared for the little foundling.
“You poor woman! How you must have suffered,” said Mrs. Bobbsey to Mrs. Martin, after having heard the story.
“You will never know how terrible it was when I realized that I had given the baby away—left her on a strange doorstep. And then I couldn’t remember for a long while where it was!” said Mrs. Martin. “But now it has all ended happily.”
And so it had, for a few days later the ship bearing Mr. and Mrs. Watson came in from South America, and the parents made a quick trip out to Pine Hill, where the mother gathered into her arms the baby who had gone through so many strange adventures.
No one blamed Mrs. Martin, for it was an accident, though undoubtedly if she had come to the Bobbseys and explained everything, instead of trying to kidnap the baby, it would have been much better. But, as she said, she hardly knew what she was doing.