"Their child was left for them to care for. The only child of their nevvy an' niece, who's over seas at the minute, a takin' a vacation, with hearts broke because of word comin' the baby was lost. Lost she was the very day them Bonnicastles set for leaving the city house an' comin' to Broadacres; an' intrustin' the little creatur' by the care of a nursemaid--bad luck to her--to be took across the big bridge, over to that Brooklyn where did reside a friend of the whole family with whom the baby would be safe till called for; meanin' such time as them Bonnicastles had done with the movin' business an' could take care of it theirselves, proper. Little dreamin' they, poor souls, how that that same nursemaid would stop to chatter with a friend of her own, right at the bridge-end and leave the child out of her arms just for the minute, who, set on the ground by herself, runs off in high glee an' no more to that story, till she finds herself in the 'littlest house,' where me colleen lived; an' what come after ye know. But ye don't know how the nursemaid went near daft with the fear, and wasted good days a searchin' an' searchin' on her own account; the Bonnicastles' friend-lady over in Brooklyn not expecting no such visit an' not knowin' aught; 'cause the maid carried the note sayin' so in her own pocket. All them rich folks bein' so intimate-like, preparin' 'em wasn't needful. And then, when the truth out, all the police in the city set to the hunt, and word sent across the ocean to the ravin'-distracted young parents, an'--now, all's right! Such joy, such thanksgivin', such cryin' an' laughin'--bless us! I couldn't mention it." "But that poor little Glory! Hard on her to find the Angel's folks an' not her own!" said Mary, gently. "Not hard a bit! She's that onselfish like, 'twould have done you proud to see her clappin' her hands an' smilin', though the tears yet in her eyes, 'cause she an' Bonny must part. And 'How's that?' asks Miss Laura, catching the girl to her heart and kissin' her ill-cropped head, 'do you think we will not stand by you in your search and help you with money and time and every service, you who have been so faithful to our darlin'?' And then the pair o' them huggin' each other, like they'd loved each other sence the day they was born." Here, for sheer want of breath, Timothy's narrative ended, but Mary having a vivid imagination, allowed it full play then and prophesied, sagely and happily: