She took a seat in the snug front parlor and from her position noted the series of rooms that opened one into another throughout the suite, all richly but tastefully furnished in homely, unassuming manner.

"This is better," she mused.

"There is no attempt at foolish display in this establishment, at any rate.

I hope to find Miss Doyle a sensible, refined person.

The name is Irish." A door slammed somewhere down the line of rooms and a high-pitched voice cried in excited tones: "I've found a baby! Hi, there, Nunkie, dear--I've found a baby!" Thereupon came the sound of a chair being pushed back as a man's voice answered in equal glee: "Why, Patsy, Patsy! it's the little rogue from upstairs.