"You can." "Can I? How?" With a tiny hand on baby lips, our small lady said:-- "Go look in that lilac arbor; but _go soft!_ I think it's snoozing." And Gadsby, going to that arbor, got a frightful shock; for it was Lillian, Nancy's baby! Not having known of this "kidnapping" as his family couldn't find him by phoning, it _was_ a shock; for His Honor was thinking of that young woman collapsing. So, upon that patrolman coming back, as told, Gadsby said:-- "Go and call up your station, _quickly!_ Say that I want your Captain to notify my folks that Lillian is all right." "Good gosh, Your Honor!! Is this tot your grandchild?" "Grandchild or no grandchild, _you dash to that box!!_" And so, again, John Gadsby, Champion of Youth, had shown officialdom that a child's brain and that of an adult vary as do a gigantic oak and its tiny acorn. XXXIII Most of Gadsby's old Organization of Youth was still in town, though, as you know, grown up. So, on a Spring day, all of its forty boys and as many girls got most mystifying cards, saying:-- "Kindly go to Lilac Hill on May sixth, at four o'clock. IMPORTANT! IMPORTANT! IMPORTANT!!" That was all. Not a word to show its origin. No handwriting. Just a small, plain card in ordinary printing. Not only that old Organization, but His Honor, Lady Gadsby, Old Tom Young, Tom Donaldson, Nina Adams, Lady Standish and Old Lady Flanagan got that odd card. "Arrah! Phwat's this, anny way?" sang out that good old lady. "Is it court summons, a picnic, or a land auction? By gorry, it looks phony!" Old Tom Young, in his rocking chair, said: "A card to go to Lilac Hill. It says 'important.' Ah! This Youth of today! I'll put up a dollar that I can sniff a rat in this. But _my_ girl is all right, so I'll go." And so it was, all around town. Nobody could fathom it. Lilac Hill was as charming a spot as any that our big City Park could boast. Though known as a hill, it was but a slight knoll with surroundings of lilac shrubs, which, in May would always show a riot of bloom; this knoll sloping down to a pond, with islands, boats and aquatic plants. Lilac Hill had known many a picnic and similar outings; for Branton Hills folks, living for six days amidst bricks and asphalt, just _had_ to go out on Sundays to this dainty knoll, living for an hour or so amongst its birds, blossoms and calm surroundings. City traffic was far away, only a faint rumbling coming to this natural sanctuary; and many a mind, and many a worn body had found a balm in its charms. But that mystifying card! From whom was it? What was it? _Why_ was it? "Oh, hum! Why rack brains by digging into it?" was Branton Hills' popular thought. "But,--go and find out!" That, also, was our Organization's thought as May sixth was approaching. "My gracious!" said Nancy. "It sounds actually spooky!" But calm, practical Kathlyn said:-- "Spooks don't hop around in daylight."