tly.

At the corner they found Janet, and a big burly policeman who was just
hanging up the receiver of a police 'phone attached to the telegraph
pole.

"So you've found the little man, glory be!" he exclaimed. "It will be
a pill for the force to swallow, but they deserve it! To think I have
passed that house every day and never suspected. Well, I'll be after
making up for lost time now by watching it like a cat until his nibs
comes home and then off he'll go!"

"And the woman?" Phyllis inquired.

"Sure, she'll go with him to keep him company,"--the policeman grinned
at what he really considered fine wit, tightened his belt importantly
and grasping his night stick more firmly he walked down the street and
stopped in a business like way before Miss Pringle's door.

The girls escorted Chuck back to the house. Auntie Mogs had returned
during their absence and met them at the door.

"Children, where have you been? I have been so worried--" She stopped
abruptly, as her eye fell on Chuck and his precious armful.

"Not little Don?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes, Auntie Mogs, we've found him." Phyllis's explanation tumbled out
in hysterical phrases, the other two adding their own version, and in
the midst of it Don woke up.

"I want to go home," he said sleepily and then, seeing Chuck, he opened
his blue eyes wide in wonder.

"Give him to me," commanded Auntie Mogg, and she hugged him tight in
her arms as she comforted and petted him.

Chuck, almost too excited for speech, called up his mother on the
'phone.

"Come straight over to Miss Carter's and bring Uncle Don with you," he
said excitedly. "We have news for you, wonderful news."

He left the 'phone, grinning.

"I guess Mother had her hat on before she hung up the receiver,"--he
laughed. "She didn't even wait to say good-by."

"No wonder," Auntie Mogs said, her lips brushing Don's gold hair.

"I want my daddy," Don announced. "I want to tell him lots of fings
about that bad mans and that silly old woman who said she was my nurse.
I told her she was not any such fing 'cause Nannie's my nurse, isn't
she?"

"Of course she is, darling," Miss Carter assured him.

Don looked about him and smiled suddenly at Phyllis.

"You're my girl," he said, dimpling, "and that's your twin."

Phyllis was on her knees beside him in a minute, and he rumpled her
hair contentedly until Annie ushered in Mrs. Vincent and Mr. Keith, all
out of breath.

"Chuck, what is