_THE_ police were at fault.

They found Pinky Swett, but were not able to find the baby.

Careful as they were in their surveillance, she managed to keep them on the wrong track and to baffle every effort to discover what had been done with the child.
In this uncertainty months went by.

Edith came up slowly from her prostrate condition, paler, sadder and quieter, living in a kind of waking dream.

Her father tried to hold her back from her mission work among the poor, but she said, "I must go, father; I will die if I do not." And so her life lost itself in charities.