Baby's parents lived in a suburban town and the father was accustomed to driving to his place of business each day in his own auto. Baby had an idea that she, too, would like to go to business, but her statements to that effect were laughed at. Failing to get directly what she wanted, she determined to try another course, for her little heart was set upon making a name for herself in the city. One morning when Father was not looking, baby hid away in the tonneau of his car. Father drove the auto himself and did not notice the precious freight he carried. They arrived in the city all right, but before baby could prepare to embark upon a business career her father hurried out, jumped into the car, and started off again. The reason her father did not remain in the city that day was that his wife had telephoned him that their darling child had been kidnapped, probably by some gypsies who had been in camp near the baby's summer home, and Father drove his auto at frightful speed. He arrived at his residence in time to take command of the village constables and lead them to attack upon the gypsy camp. He went afoot so that he could more easily confer with his associates. They found the gypsy camp, but the gypsies had gone. It did not take long to track them down, however, but no trace of a missing child was found, and finally the hunt was given up in despair. Then father and mother returned to their home and found their darling sound asleep in her own little bed. Mother said, "Angels brought her back," and father, thinking of John Hay's poem, partly agreed.
