The letter was signed "Justine Millerand."
"Mademoiselle," cried all who could see the signature.
"She says," read Ethel Blue, finding her strength again, "'Here is the Belgian baby you asked for. She is two years old and her name is "Elisabeth," after the Queen of Belgium!'"
"Is that all?"
"That's all."
"But she says, 'Here is the Belgian baby.' Where is the Belgian baby?"
They turned toward Mary who had remained in the room.
"There's a Red Cross nurse in the reception room," she explained. "She said she'd rather you read the letter first."
They made a rush for the door. Roger reached it first and ushered the nurse into the living room. She was dressed in her grey uniform and sheltered under her cape the thinnest, wannest mite of humanity that ever the Club had seen outside of the streets of a city slum.
"Mademoiselle Millerand said you had asked for a Belgian baby," she began, but she was interrupted by a cry from the entire throng.