“What?” asked Nan.
“Baby May,” replied her brother. “Yesterday was the last of April. To-day is the first of May, so May will be a good name.”
“Yes,” returned Mrs. Bobbsey, “I should say it would. And Baby May you shall be called until we find out your real name. Now, Dinah, is that milk warm?”
“Yes’m, Ah’s comin’ wif it! Mah good stars, to t’ink ob a baby like dat ringin’ de bell in de middle ob de night! Mah lan’!”
“This baby didn’t ring the bell,” said Bert.
“Who did den?” demanded the fat, black cook. “Who did den, Ah axes yo’, Bert Bobbsey! Who did?”
CHAPTER IV
WHAT THE POLICE FOUND
Dinah’s question brought back to the minds of all the Bobbseys, including the smaller pair of twins, the things that had happened in the storm during the night.
“That’s right!” exclaimed Bert, snapping his fingers, “this baby couldn’t have rung our bell, and yet the bell certainly did ring!”
“I heard it!” said Flossie.