Mrs. Baron turned to her son. He was telegraphing to her an earnest appeal, in which she read an assurance that she was not to be made ridiculous, even from the extraordinary view-point of Bonnie May.
“Did you understand that dinner is ready?” she asked.
“Yes, mother. We’ll be right down.”
Mrs. Baron left the room.
“Look at it! Look at it!” whispered Bonnie May. Her hands were clasped in a worshipful ecstasy. Her eyes seemed to retain the picture after Mrs. Baron had disappeared. Then she turned with swift intensity to Baron.
“Oh, I do hope she’ll care for me a little!” she exclaimed. “She’s so—so legitimate!”
CHAPTER XIII
A MYSTERIOUS SEARCH BEGINS
From a sky that had been rapidly clearing, a bolt fell.
Somewhere in the city, in what mysterious spot Baron could not surmise, a search for Bonnie May began. Like a wireless message seeking persistently for a receiving-centre, the quest of the unclaimed child launched itself.
The afternoon delivery of letters at the mansion had been made, and Bonnie May met the carrier at the door.