“He says none of his men reported seeing the old lady,” Mr. Bobbsey retailed. “But he’ll inquire of the officers at the railroad station. They’ll call me up in a few minutes.”
Mr. Bobbsey put the telephone receiver back on the hook and waited. Soon the bell rang, and when the father of the Bobbsey twins had listened a while he turned to his family and said:
“The old lady came in on the train early yesterday morning. The officer at the station remembers seeing her.”
“Did she have the basket with the baby in it?” asked Nan.
“She had the covered basket, but the policeman didn’t see what was in it,” answered Mr. Bobbsey.
“Do they know anything more about her?” Mrs. Bobbsey wanted to know.
“Not much except that she acted rather strangely,” was the reply. “She did not seem to know where she wanted to go, and when the officer asked her if he could help her she just shook her head and wandered off.”
“Did she tell her name?” Bert inquired.
“The policeman at the railroad station says she mumbled a name something like ‘Washington’; but he isn’t quite sure about that,” Mr. Bobbsey reported.
“Then we could call the baby May Washington,” mused Nan.