"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 Youth, had shown officialdom
that a child's brain and that of an adult vary as do a gigantic oak and
its tiny acorn.