iness."

"Well, he is a good lad, a good lad," said Uncle Peter, "and I wish Jim
Hathaway could have done something like this in his lifetime, but he
was too busy trying to lay up treasures for you, my dear."

"I think sometimes he knew I'd do it and he was so unselfish he wanted
me to have all the fun of it instead of having it himself. I am not
depriving myself of anything to speak of. We have plenty left to buy us
a nice little home and a large amount to spare besides, and Danny is
making a very good salary." And Mary Louise hurried off to be home in
time to see that the little new maid had everything in the way of food
exactly right for her beloved young husband.

CHAPTER V
BREAKFAST FOR TWO

The Higgledy-Piggledy Shop was fortunate in having so many partners or
near-partners, for Josie O'Gorman was destined to be very busy for many
days in looking into the mystery of Peter and Polly and the handsome
young woman of the arches. Elizabeth Wright, with the assistance of
Irene Macfarlane, was capable of managing the shop alone, with the
exception of the fine laundering, and that perforce must wait for
Josie's leisure.

On the day following the discovery of the whereabouts of the young
woman and the children, Josie was called to the telephone by Dr.
Weston. Mary Louise had informed the old man of Josie's real
profession, the Higgledy-Piggledy Shop being a mere by-product of the
business of being a trained detective, and of her willingness to serve
the Children's Home in the latter capacity whenever they needed her.

"Miss O'Gorman, if you are not too busy I am in great need of your
services," Dr. Weston said. "I have a feeling the matter is urgent."

"I'll be right over," was Josie's brisk reply.

"Thank goodness I haven't begun on those lace collars," she said to
Elizabeth. "Lace should be washed and ironed at one sitting. You can
expect me when you see me, dear. Irene will come in and help keep shop
and if you get up against it call on Mary Louise or one of the other
girls. So long!"

She found Dr. Weston somewhat perturbed.

"It is those same children who were here yesterday, Miss O'Gorman. They
came back this morning without the woman; just walked in announcing
they had come to stay and seemed to think we were expecting them. They
said the young woman, whom they call Cousin Dink, had sent them. I have
tried to question them, but their answers are confused and
contradictory. I felt that perhaps it was