"I thought there was something unusual." "I thought so, too.

That well-dressed young woman, and that handsome boy, and that shabby little girl." By the "young woman" she meant Maria.
"Yes, a queer combination," said the man.
"It wasn't altogether that, but they looked so desperately in earnest." Meantime, while the lights of the car disappeared up the avenue, Maria, Wollaston, and Gladys Mann searched for the house in which had lived Ida Edgham's cousin.
At last they found it, mounted the steps, and rang the bell.

It was an apartment-house.

After a little the door opened of itself.
"My!" said Gladys, but she followed Wollaston and Maria inside.
Wollaston began searching the names above the rows of bells on the wall of the vestibule.
"What did you say the name was ?" he asked of Maria.
"Edison.

Mrs.George B.Edison." "There is no such name here." "There must be." "There isn't." "Let me see," said Maria.