thrill at this information; but Gadsby didn’t. So, “playing around” for a bit, His Honor finally said:—
“I wish I had a baby to play with, right now!”
“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
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