For answer, his wife took him by the hand and led him into the little white room where Bobby lay fast asleep. Mr. Anning bent quickly over him and exclaimed:
"Why, it's the very same! The little fellow who lost his birthdays! And in Edward's room. Now I understand, dear, why——"
"It was not that," interrupted his wife, and covered her eyes with her hand. "He asked for just one of Edward's birthdays so he could find out what it was like. And I couldn't give it to him, Alfred! I couldn't!"
"Poor little chap," said her husband. Then he took his wife by the hand and led her out of the little white room.
They entered the red room just as Sarah, the maid, ushered in Mr. Eller. He was very much disturbed and spoke quickly.
"I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Anning, but one of the children from the Home is lost. I wonder if you would take your car and——"
"Was he a little boy of five?" interrupted Mrs. Anning.
"The boy who had lost his birthdays?" questioned her husband.
"Yes," replied Mr. Eller. "Have you found him?"