Still, if she didn't recover, it might assist in finding her family, so they could take the boy.

He's a fine little chap, and I've already made great friends with him." "You say she keeps on speaking to someone she calls grandfather, who seems likely to turn them both out of the house ?" Thad persisted, as though he might be trying to figure something out.
"Yes, and so we take it for granted there must be some sort of a pitiful family tragedy about the whole affair," Hugh told him.
"Mother suspects she may have married some years ago against her grandfather's will; and, losing her husband suddenly through accident, she is now on her way back, to plead with a hard-hearted old man for a place under his roof.

But as you say there's no family named Walters near here, and we certainly don't know of any girl leaving her home that way." "The chances are," Thad said decisively, "that she was meaning to pass through Scranton, and was heading for some other town, perhaps Allandale.

You might find out if any such thing happened there some years ago; or if an old man could be found who would welcome a dear little boy named Joey." The subject being exhausted for the time being, the boys talked of something else until they finally separated, each heading for his own particular supper table.
Of course, the news of Tip's arrest was soon known all over town.
Most people had anticipated such an event, and professed not to be in the least surprised to hear about it.

Nevertheless, the clever device of Chief Wambold, which he took care should be passed from lip to lip, so as to add to his popularity, was highly commended.
And there never was a time when Scranton passed a more peaceful night than on that occasion.