came out, and the two fathers hardly glanced at them as they went
out of the door into the street.

As soon as I saw that they were safe I feigned great
indignation, and so did Lemuel.

"Unhand me, sir!" I cried. "Who do you think I am? I am a
respectable married lady, leaving the building with her husband.
Unhand me!"

Instead of doing so, however, the father that had me by the arm
drew me nearer to the hall light. As he did so he stared closely
at my face.

"Morgan," he said to the other father, "this is not my
daughter. My daughter did not have a moustache."

"Indeed, I am not your daughter," I said; "I am a respectable
married lady, and here is the proof."

With that I reached for the package Madge had given me, but it
was in my coat-pocket, underneath the dress I had on, and it was
only with great difficulty and by raising one side of the skirt
that I was able to get it. I unwrapped it and showed it to the
father that had me by the arm. It was the patent nursing-bottle.

When Mr. Billings had finished his relation his wife sat for a
moment in silence. Then she said:

"And he let you go?"