She looked entirely herself when Harry greeted her.
"Well, Ida, our darling is found," he said, in a broken voice.
Ida reached out her arms, from which hung graceful pendants of lace and ribbons, but the sleepy child clung to her father and whimpered crossly.
"She is all tired out, poor little darling! Papa's poor little darling!" said Harry, carrying her into the parlor.
"Josephine, tell Annie to heat some milk at once," Ida said, sharply.
Annie, whose anxious face had been visible peeping through the dark entrance of the dining-room, hastened into the kitchen.
"Josephine, go right up-stairs and get Miss Evelyn's bed ready," ordered Ida.

Then she followed Harry into the parlor and began questioning him, standing over him, and now and then touching the yellow head of the child, who always shrank crossly at her touch.
Harry told his story.

"I had the whole police force of New York on the outlook, although I did not really think myself she was in the city, and there papa's precious darling was all the time right on the train with him and he never knew it.

And here was poor little Maria," added Harry, looking at Maria, who had sunk into a corner of a divan--"here was poor little Maria, Ida, and she had gone hunting her little sister on her own account.

She thought she might be at your cousin Alice's.