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more hopeless than ever,” groaned Pat.

It was the day after their return from the police court, and Mrs. Trent’s lodgers sat in their apartments listening to the cheerful jargon of Bateese as it floated up to them from the widow’s parlour, where he played with Josephine.

Patty gave a little sigh and nodded by way of answer.

“To-morrow,” said her husband with slow impressiveness, “we are going to take him back to the orphanage.”

Patty’s lovely eyes opened wide. “But we don’t know the way. Don’t know the orphanage nor the name of the station nor Rh