e telephone,
or shall I ring up the police station?"

"Yes, call the police. It's dreadful, I know, but how else can we find
Totty?"

Meantime Sarah appeared with a cup of warm milk.

The baby stretched out eager little hands, and Mrs. Maynard carefully
held the cup for her to drink.

"She's a nice little thing," observed that lady. "See how prettily she
behaves."

"Helen, you'll drive me crazy. I don't care how she behaves, she isn't
Totty. Why, that isn't even Totty's little dress. So you see the
kidnapper did change her shoes and wraps, but not her frock."

Mrs. Harrison showed signs of hysterics, and Mrs. Maynard was at her
wits' end what to do.

"I suppose I'd better call the police," she said. "Here, Mildred, you
hold this baby."

Mrs. Harrison gingerly took the baby that wasn't hers, and looked like a
martyr as she held her.

But comforted by the warm food, the baby pleasantly cuddled up in Mrs.
Harrison's arms and went to sleep.

Mrs. Maynard, greatly puzzled, went to the telephone, but before she
touched it there was a furious peal at the front-door bell.

The moment the door was opened, in rushed a pretty, but frantic and very
angry, little lady, carrying a child.

"Where's my baby?" she demanded, as she fairly stamped her foot at Mrs.
Maynard.

"That's my child!" she went on, turning to Mrs. Harrison. "What are you
doing with her?"

"I don't want her!" cried Mrs. Harrison. "But what are _you_ doing with
_my_ baby?"

Totty, in the visitor's arms, held out her hands to her mother, and
gurgled with glee.

"Ma-ma!" said the other baby, waking up at all this commotion and
holding out her hands also.

The exchange was made in a moment, and, still unpacified, Mrs. Harrison
and Mrs. Curtis glared at each other.

Mrs. Maynard struggled to suppress her laughter, for the scene was a
funny one; but she knew the two ladies were thoroughly horrified at the
mystery, and mirth would be quite out of place.

"Let me introduce you," she said. "Mrs. Curtis, this is my dear friend,
Mrs. Harrison. Your little ones are the same age, and look very much
alike."

"Not a bit alike," said both mothers, at once.

"I confess," went on Mrs. Maynard, "that I can't understand it at all,
but you certainly each have your own babies now; so, my dear Mrs.
Curtis, won't you tell me what you know about this very strange affair?"

Mrs. Curtis had recovered her equilibrium, and, as she sat comfortably
holding Dotty, s