"Can you imagine what the fellow said when he came back to the office from that assignment? He was prompt enough. He wasted no time. And he had the story--more of it than I expected him to get. He had in some way discovered (and that's a mystery, too) the name of the man whose automobile smashed the woman's baby carriage and who gave the twenty dollar bill to Carolyn." "Oh! Who was that man, Papa?" asked the little girl, her interest, too, aroused. "Why, Bassett would not tell me even that. Nor the name of your friend, 'the pale lady.' He got all the information needed to make a whacking good story, but refused to turn it in and offered his resignation instead, if I considered that necessary." "Oh!" cried Hannah Cameron, dropping her knife and fork to stare at her husband. "Why did he do that?" "Because he said he considered it bald impudence to put the story of the woman's private affairs into the papers for the public to read. She had begged him not to print anything about it. I asked him how he thought papers were made readable if not by just such stories, and he told me if _that_ was newspaper work he could not do it." "It it is not without reason--his point," murmured Mrs. Cameron. Her husband smiled grimly. "I have always told you, Hannah, that you lacked an essential for sound newspaper work--you possess no nose for news. But Bassett was very high and mighty about it. Yet, somehow, I like the fellow," the husband added, musingly. "I hope you were not obliged to discharge him," his wife said seriously, and plainly more moved by her husband's story than she cared to let him see. "No. I gave him another chance. Put him on police and City Hall work. He cannot run against many people in that end of the game who will stir his latent chivalry. He seemed much impressed by Carolyn's friend. Said she was a lady and should not have her misfortunes spread upon the news sheet. "He had sent the twenty dollar bill to the man who gave it to Carolyn May. Somehow he discovered his identity. The woman refused to accept the money. Bassett offered to make good the twenty if I did not believe him; but it was impossible to distrust the young idiot." "That is a harsh word, Lewis," said Mrs. Cameron. "It fits him," her husband said in disgust. "No wonder Joe Bassett has not got along any better." "But, Papa Cameron!" cried Carolyn May suddenly, "then my pale lady won't have any new go-cart for her baby." "She will not buy it with that twenty dollars your friend in the automobile gave you." "And--and maybe she can't get another at all! I wonder--Why!" exclaimed the child, aghast, "we don't know where she lives or what her name is at all, do we?" "Oh," said her mother kindly, "if you so easily found your pale lady over there in the park yesterday, you will be able to see her again." To Carolyn's disappointment, however, she looked every afternoon in the park for a week; but the pale lady and her baby did not reappear.