A jet brooch rimmed with pearls, gleamed out of the shadow where she sat.
Ida continued to rock.
"But," said Mrs.Adams, "a great many children are lost every year and found.

Sometimes the system does really work in a manner to astonish any one.

I should not be surprised at any minute to see Mr.
Edgham or a policeman walking in with her.

But--well--there is so much to be done.

The other night, when Mr.Adams and I went in to hear Mrs.Fiske, we drove eight blocks after the performance without seeing one policeman." "I suppose, though, if you had been really attacked, a dozen would have sprung out from somewhere," said Mrs.White, in a tearful voice.
Mrs.White could not have heard Satan himself assailed without a word in his defence, such was the maternal pity of her heart.
"That was what Mr.Adams said," retorted Mrs.Adams, with some asperity, "and I told him that I would rather the dozen policemen were in evidence before I was shot and robbed than after.