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od Street had been found。 No。 99 at last revealed itself； between Nos。 7 and 2；a great six…story wooden tinder…box； with clothes…lines mysterious behind； open doors in front； long passages running through； three doors on each side of a passage； and the wondering heads of eleven women who belonged to five different races and spoke in six different languages appearing from their eleven windows； as Mike and Nora and the two bays all stopped at one and the same moment at the door。
Mike was already anxious about his time； for he was to be at the custom…house an hour away or more at eleven sharp。 But he selected a certain Widow Flynn from the eleven white…capped women； he explained to her briefly that John McLaughlin was to be found； he told Nora for the thirty…seventh time that all was right and that she must not cry； he looked at his watch again； rather anxiously； mounted his box； and drove swiftly away。
He was the one thread which bound Nora to this world。 And this thread broke before her eyes。
Mrs。 Flynn affected to be cheerful。 But she was not cheerful。 Mrs。 Flynn was a prominent person in her sodality。 And well she knew that if any John McLaughlin in those parts were expecting any sister from home； she should know him and where he lived。 Well she knew； also； that John McLaughlin； the mason； was born in Glasgow； that John McLaughlin； who is on the city work； had all his family around him； and； most distinct of all； she knew that no McLaughlin； sisterless or many…sistered； lived in this beehive which she lived in； though it were 99 Linwood Street。 Into her own cell of that beehive； however； she took poor； sad； desolate Nora。 Into the hallway she bade the loafing neighbor boys bring Nora's trunk； in a language Nora could hardly understand she explained to her that all would be well as soon as the policeman passed by。 She sent Mary Murphy； who happened to be at home from school； for a pint of milk； and so compelled Nora to drink a cup of tea and to eat a biscuit and a dropped egg； while they waited for the policeman。
Of course he knew of seven John McLaughlins。 He even went to the drug…store and looked in the Boston Directory to find that there were there the names of sixty…one more。 But not one of them lived in Linwood Street； as they all knew already。 All the same Nora was charged not to cry； to drink more tea and eat more bread and butter。 The 〃cop〃 said he would look in on three of the Johns whom he knew； and intelligent boys now returning from school were sent to the homes of the other four to interrogate them as to any expected sister。 Within an hour； now nearly one o'clock； answers were received from all the seven。 No one of them expected chick or child from Fermoy。
But the 〃cop〃 had a suggestion to make。 His pocket list of names of streets revealed another Linwood Streetin Roxbury； not this one in Dorchester。 Be it known to unlearned readers； who in snug shelter in Montana follow along this little tale； that Roxbury and Dorchester are both parts of that large municipality called Boston。 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 accededon 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。 Then the hostess read； or made some one read； the scraps which seemed most worthy in the reviews and magazines of the last issues； and at four the husbands and brothers and neighbors generally dropped in； and there was afternoon tea。
〃You are sure you have cream enough； Ellen？〃
〃Oh； yes； mum。〃
〃All kinds of tea； you know； that which the Chinese gentlemen sent； and be sure of the chocolate for Mrs。 Bunce。〃
〃Indeed yes； mum。〃
〃And let me know just before you bring up the hot water。〃 Doorbell rings。 〃There is Mrs。 Walter now！〃
No； it wasn't Mrs。 Walter。 She came three minutes after。 But before she came； Howells； the milkman； had lifted Nora from her seat。 As the snow fell fast on the doorsteps； he carried her carefully up to the door； and even by the time Ellen answered the bell he had the heavy chest； dragging it over the snow by the stout rope at one end。
Ellen was amazed to find this group instead of Mrs。 Walter。 She called her mistress； who heard Howells's realistic story with amazement； not to say amusement。
〃You poor dear child！〃 she cried at once。 〃Come in where it is dry！ John McLaughlin？ No； indeed！ Who can John McLaughlin be？ Ellen； what is Mike's last name？〃
Mike was the choreman； who made the furnace fire and kept the sidewalk。
〃Mike's name； mum？ I don't know； mum。 Mary will know； mum。〃
And for the moment Ellen disappeared to find Mary。
〃Never mind； never mind。 Come in； you poor child。 You are very good to bring her； Mr。 Howells； very good indeed。 We will take care of her。 Is it going to storm？〃
Mr。 Howells thought it was going to storm； and turned to go away。 At that moment Mrs。 Walter arrived； the first comer of the Review Club。 And Nora's new hostess had to turn to her guests； while Ellen in the last cares for the afternoon table had to comfort Nora by spasms。 It was left for Margaret the chambermaid to pump outor to screw out； as you choosethe details of the story from the poor frightened waif； who seemed more astray than ever。
John McLaughlin？ No。 Nobody knew anything about him。 The last choreman was named McManus； but he went to Ottawa three years ago！
And while the different facts and doubts were canvassed in the kitchen； upstairs they settled the Bulgarian question； the origin of the natives of Tasmania； and the last questions about realism。
Only the mind of the lady of the house returned again and again to questions as to the present residence of John McLaughlin。
For in spite of the gathering snow and the prospect of more； the members of the Review Club had followed fast on Mrs。 Walters and gathered in full force。
The hostess； though somewhat preoccupied； was courteous and ready。
Only the functions of the club； as they went forward； would be occasionally in