who is an excellent woman; but the little girl may yet recover:
while there is life, there is hope, you know. Even if she dies, it
is not so bad as--I am going to New York, Teddy, to look for a little
cousin of mine whose parents do not know if she is living or dead,
suffering or safe: that is worse than to have her ill, but under
their care and protection, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir, perhaps. Is the little girl in New York, sir, do you
think?"

"We hear of a child found astray there, who answers to the
description; and I am going to see her before we mention the report
to her mother. Have you never seen Mr. Legrange here, Teddy? It is
his little girl. I wonder you haven't heard us talking of the
matter."

"I don't mind the name, sir; and I haven't heard of the little girl
before. Is she long lost?"

"Ten days yesterday. I have been busy all the week in the search for
her. The clothes she had on when lost were found in a pawn-broker's
shop; but we have no trace of her yet."

"What looking child was she, if you please, sir?" asked Teddy after
a short pause, in which he seemed to study intently; while Mr.
Burroughs went on glancing at the newspapers in his hand.

"'Toinette? Here is a description of her in 'The Journal,' and I
have a photograph in my pocket-book. Here it is. It is well for you
to study them both; for possibly you may discover her. I didn't