chair, raised little Henrietta to the
proper height at the Norwood dinner table. Nothing seemed to trouble
or astonish the visitor, either about the food or the service. And
Jessie and Momsy wondered at the really good manners the child
displayed.

Mrs. Foley had not wholly neglected her duty in Henrietta's case. And
there seemed to be, too, a natural refinement possessed by the girl
that aided her through what would have seemed a trying experience.

Best of all, Henrietta could give a good description of her missing
cousin. Her name was Bertha Blair, and that was the name of the girl
Mr. Norwood's clerk had interviewed before she had been whisked away
by Martha Poole and Sadie Bothwell.

In addition, Mr. Norwood had brought home photographs of the two
women, and both Jessie and Amy identified them as the women they had
seen in Dogtown Lane, forcing the strange girl into the automobile.

"It is a pretty clear case," the lawyer admitted. "We know the date
and the place where the missing witness was. But the thing is now to
trace the movements of those women and their prisoner after they drove
away from Dogtown Lane."

Nevertheless, he considered that every discovery, even a small one,
was important. Detectives would be started on the trail. Jessie and
Amy rode back to Dogtown in the Norwoods' car with the excited
Henrietta after dinner, leaving her at the Foleys' with the promise
that they would see her soon again.

"And if those folks you know have any clothes to give me," said
Henrietta, longingly, "I hope they'll be fashionable."

CHAPTER XVII

BROADCASTING

Darry and Burd were planning another trip on the _Marigold_, and so
had little time to give to the girl chums of Roselawn. Burd wickedly
declared that Darry Drew was running away from home to get rid of
Belle Ringold.

"Wherever he goes down town, she pops up like a jack-in-the-box and
tries to pin him. Darry is so polite he doesn't know how to get away.
But I know he wishes her mother would lock her in the nursery."

"It is her mother's fault that Belle is such a silly," scoffed Amy.
"She lets Belle think she is quite grown up."

"She'll never be grown up," growled out Darry. "Never saw such a kid.
If you acted like her, Sis, I'd put you back into rompers and feed you
lollipops."

"You'd have a big chance doing anything like that to me, Master
Darry," declared his sister, smartly. "Even Dad--bless his
heart!--would not undertake to turn