It would aid in making the doll she needed.
"He's about six feet tall," Mrs. Francis said, "but he's very thin, and sometimes I worry about that. I try to give him the best nourishment I know how, but he—"
"What color is his hair?" Gloria interrupted.
"Oh," Mrs. Francis said. "Brown. And brown eyes. Really nice eyes; they're his best feature; everybody says so."
"Any distinguishing marks, or anything unusual about him?"
"He has a scar now, on his left arm just below the elbow, but he got that in a fight with these boys—"
"All right," Gloria said. "Thank you very much."
"What are you going to do?" Mrs. Francis said. "You're not going to have him arrested or anything, are you? Because he's not a bad boy, you know that. He's only—"
"Easily led," Gloria finished. "Of course. There won't be any need for arrest, or for anything as drastic as that. You just go home now, and don't worry. I'm sure everything's going to be all right."
"I only want to help my boy," Mrs. Francis said.