"P-oor Mr. Harley!" she choked. "We're having such a nice time,
and he can't find his two little boys! I kn-ow he'd like to eat
supper wif 'em!"

Dot seldom used "baby talk" but to-night she was tired and
excited.

"Bless the child, what is she talking about?" demanded Aunt Polly
curiously. "And look at this battery of solemn round eyes! What
ever ails these lambs, Margaret?"

Mother Blossom, holding Dot close, explained about Mr. Harley.

"Didn't his wife stop here, Polly?" she asked. "Can you recall
whether she said where she was going? Just a word might give him
something definite to work on."

Aunt Polly shook her head.

"I remember seeing her very well," she said. "She had the two boys
with her and I wanted her to spend the night. But no, she insisted
she must 'go to the city'. Then I suggested that she leave the
boys with me until she found work, if that was what she wanted,
and that, I think, frightened her. I couldn't coax her to stay for
supper after that. I certainly am sorry for Mr. Harley. Tell him
his wife spoke most kindly of him and evidently believed that he
was not in his right mind when he left her and the children."

Twaddles being discovered asleep with a cake in one hand and a