Though no John McLaughlin was in the
directory for 99 Linwood Street, Roxbury, was not that
the objective? Poor Nora was questioned as to Roxbury.
She was sure she never heard of it.
But the clue was too good to be lost, and the
authority of the friendly "cop" was too great to be
resisted. He telephoned to the central office that Nora
McLaughlin, just from Ireland, had been found, in a
fashion, but that no one knew where to put her. Then he
stopped a milkman from Braintree, who delivered afternoon
milk for invalids.
Was he not going through Roxbury?
Of course he was.
Would he not take this lost child to 99 Linwood Street?
Of course he would. Milkmen, from their profession,
have hearts warm toward children.
Well, if he were to take her, he had better take her
trunk too.
To which illogical proposal the milkman
acceded--on the afternoon route there is so much
less milk to take than there is in the morning.
So Nora was lifted into the milk-wagon. In tears she
kissed good Mrs. Flynn. The boys and girls assembled to
bid her good-by, and even she had a hope for a few
moments that her troubles were at an end.
At 99 Linwood Street, Roxbury, they were preparing
for the Review Club.
The Review Club met once a fortnight at half-past two
o'clock at the house of one or another of the members.
They first arranged the little details of the business.
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