“I thought it was a kitten,” said Nan, as she gave the baby to her mother.
“Has it got a name?” asked Freddie.
“Of course not—at least, it probably has, but we don’t know it,” said his mother. “Oh, you sweet baby!” and she cuddled it to her breast.
“This must be looked into,” said Mr. Bobbsey. “Take good care of that basket and everything in it. It’s an abandoned baby, all right. And are you sure this basket was the one the strange old lady had?”
“Sure,” declared Bert.
“And she had a green umbrella and a faded shawl,” added Nan.
“Hum! The police ought to be able to trace her through that description,” said Mr. Bobbsey.
“Are you going to have the baby arrested?” demanded Flossie. “I think that’s mean!” and she looked sharply at her father.
“Oh, no; of course not, my dear!” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “Daddy means the police must try to find to whom the baby belongs. I can’t imagine how any mother could desert it, though. Oh, you little darling!” she murmured, as the baby smiled up at her. “It’s a dear little girl,” she added.
“Then I know a good name for her,” said Bert.