Mrs. Maynard answered it, and in a moment Gladys realized that her own mother was talking at the other end of the wire. After a short conversation, Mrs. Maynard hung up the receiver, and said: "Mrs. Fulton says that Mr. Fulton has come home quite unexpectedly and that they are going for an afternoon's motor ride. She wants both of you girls to go, but she says you must fly over there at once, as they're all ready to start. She tried to tell us sooner, but couldn't get a connection on the telephone." "But we haven't had luncheon," said Marjorie, "and I'm fairly starving." "They're taking luncheon with them," explained Mrs. Maynard. "And you must go at once, not to keep Mr. Fulton waiting. Of course, you needn't go if you don't want to, Midge." "Oh, I do! I'm crazy to go! And luncheon in baskets is such fun! What shall I wear, Mother?" "Go just as you are. That frock is quite clean. Put on your hat and coat, and I'll get a long veil for you." Gladys had already run off home, and Marjorie was soon equipped and ready to follow. As she flew out of the door, she remembered the joke about the babies. "Oh, Mother, I've something to tell you!" she cried. "Never mind now," said Mrs. Maynard, hurrying her off. "It will keep till you get back. And I hate to have you keep the Fultons waiting. They're in haste to start. So kiss me, and run along." Even as she spoke, Dick Fulton appeared, saying he had been sent to hurry Marjorie up; so taking Dick's hand, the two ran swiftly down the path to the gate. Mrs. Maynard watched Marjorie's flying feet, and after she was out of sight around the corner, the lady returned to the house. With a glance at the sleeping child, she turned to Mrs. Harrison, who was just coming downstairs. "Totty is sleeping sweetly," she said, "so come at once to luncheon, Mildred." "In a moment, Helen. I think I'll take off her cap and coat; she'll be too warm." "You'll waken her if you do." "Oh, well, she'll drop right to sleep again; she always does. And anyway, it's time she had a drink of milk." "Very well, Mildred. You take off her wraps, and I'll ask Sarah to warm some milk for her." Mrs. Maynard went to speak to Sarah, and Mrs. Harrison lifted the sleeping baby from the carriage. She sat the blinking-eyed child on her knee while she unfastened her coat. Then she took off the veil and cap, and then,--she stared at the baby, and the baby stared at her. Suddenly Mrs. Harrison gave a scream. "Helen, Helen!" she called to her friend, and Mrs. Maynard came running to her side. "What _is_ the matter, Mildred? Is Totty ill?" By this time the baby too had begun to scream. Always afraid of strangers, Miss Dotty Curtis didn't know what to make of the scenes in which she found herself, nor of the strange lady who held her. "Mildred, dear, what is the matter? You look horror-stricken! And what ails Totty?" "This isn't my child!" wailed Mrs. Harrison. "Totty isn't your child! What _do_ you mean?"