"How did you come here, little sweetheart?" he asked.
"I runned away," she returned. "I was in the Park, with Mawkins. I left her while she was talking to a p'liceman…. Oh, daddy, dear! When are we coming home? I miss you so much!"
The woman moved forward, eyes upon the kneeling, soul-torn man; and upon the little child that was his.
"Another advocate!" she said. "It has been skilfully planned."
"What does she mean, daddy?" queried the child.
He answered, quickly:
"Nothing, dearie."
The woman stepped forward. He hurriedly drew the child from her…. Again she smiled, a little…. There were some things that she understood, that were of the Known.
The child was speaking:
"And, daddy," she said, "mother dear isn't a bit well. Mawkins and I are dreadfully worried about her."