It will not be possible to hide the child for any length of time." "You said that Mr.Paulding saw it ?" "Yes." "What did he say ?" Edith's voice trembled as she asked the question.
"He thinks there is something wrong." "Did he tell you how the baby looked ?" "He said that it had large, beautiful brown eyes." Edith clasped her hands, and drew them tightly against her bosom.
"Oh, father! if it should be my baby!" "My dear, dear child," said Mr.Dinneford, putting his arms about Edith and holding her tightly, "you torture yourself with a wild dream.

The thing is impossible." "It is somebody's baby," sobbed Edith, her face on her father's breast, "and it may be mine.

Who knows ?" "We will do our best to find it," returned Mr.Dinneford, "and then do what Christian charity demands.

I am in earnest so far, and will leave nothing undone, you may rest assured.

The police have the mayor's instructions to find the baby and give it into my care, and I do not think we shall have long to wait." An ear they thought not of, heard all this.