"Out in my chair, with mother. I asked a little boy along the
road to hand me some flowers, the book slipped back of me, and, as
mother wheeled me along, I could feel that it was all right. When
we got home it was gone."

"And you didn't speak with any other persons than this boy?" Jack
continued.

"Oh, there were a lot of people out to see the firemen's parade,
and lots of them spoke to me."

"But did any one walk along with you to talk with you?"

"Yes," she said with hesitation, trying to recall that day's
momentous happenings; "there were two people. They were
strangers. I think they had been in an automobile, for the girl
was dressed like a motor girl, and the young man wore a long
duster."

Jack stopped and made a mental note of this remark. He had
evidently expected this intelligence.

"What did they look like - I mean personally?"

"The girl had red hair - I particularly noticed that," replied the
child; "but I have no idea what the man looked like, for he walked
back of my chair."

"I'm not tiring her, am I, Miss Brown?" asked Jack, turning to the
nurse. "I can wait for the other details."