“It must have,” Judy giggled. “Seriously,” she added, “it didn’t come to life, and it didn’t walk away, either. We’ll find it when we find the man in the picture.”
“I could write up a whale of a story with a mystery angle,” Horace began, but Judy stopped him.
“Just wait, and you’ll have your story. We’re not sure of anything, but there may be something released for publication when Peter gets home. It may be late but I want to be there—”
“With all these babies?” Horace questioned.
Two of them had slept right through dinner. These were the two that had been crying in the car.
“They were just tired, poor dears,” Mrs. Bolton sympathized. “I have milk and cereal ready for them when they wake up. Just leave them here, Judy girl. You’ll have enough to do, taking care of the other three children.”
“I will take care of Little Brother,” Sister spoke up. “They won’t take him away from me, will they?”
“I’ll see that they don’t,” Judy promised. “You’re both going to stay with me.”
Horace offered to take them in his car. He wanted to stop and ask Honey to go along for the ride.
“She’ll be a help with the babies,” he began, but Judy objected.