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Bos Rostnson devoted himself to tracing
the whereabouts of the young pair who had
stolen his baby; he flew about all over the
neighbourhood, looking in all the nicely
furnished villas ; but he could not find them.

Then, quite by chance, he looked in at the
window of a much smaller and meaner house,
in a poorer neighbourhood hard by; and
there he saw the lady sitting by the cot in
which lay the younger baby—Bob’s baby.
Bob was about to tap very angrily at the
window, when he stopped himself suddenly,
for the lady looked very sad and down-
cast.

“Hum!” he muttered to himself. “‘ Per-
haps I may as well leave baby with her a
little longer, as I Aave found him. He appears
to be safe with her—in fact she seems

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