"Jane, I heard a baby cry. Go and find out where it is," she said.

Jeanne was gone a long time, it seemed to Drusilla; and then she
returned, with big frightened eyes, followed by the butler carrying a
large basket. He stopped at the door.

"Come in, James. What you standing there for? What you got?"

Just then the wailing cry came from the basket, and Drusilla dropped
the brush in her hand.

"For the land's sake, what's in the basket? Come here!"

James gingerly deposited the basket upon a chair.

"It's a baby, ma'am--a live baby."

"Well, upon my soul! Of course it is! You wouldn't expect it to not
be alive. Let's see it."

She went over to the basket and looked down at the lively little
bundle that seemed to be protesting in its feeble way against the
injustice of the world in leaving it at a chance doorstep. Drusilla
looked at it admiringly.

"Why, ain't it cunning, the pore little thing! It's done up warm.
How'd it get here?"

"I don't know, ma'am. It must 'a' been left early this morning after
the gates was opened. I'll ask the gardeners if they saw any one come