children came to this hotel," said Mrs. Whipple to Mrs. Bobbsey.
"When is Mrs. Dickerson coming back from California?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"When it is warm here. She can not stand cold weather. But she did not go out to California altogether on account of the climate."
"Didn't she?"
"No. You have heard my husband speak of a long-lost brother—also a brother of Mrs. Dickerson's, who was a Whipple before her marriage."
"Yes, I heard something about that."
"Well, for a number of years my husband and Mrs. Dickerson have been trying to find this lost brother. And there was a rumor that he had gone to California when a boy and had grown up among the miners near San Francisco. It was to find out, if possible, whether or not this was so, that Mrs. Dickerson went out West. Though, to be sure, the Winters here are hard for her to endure."
"Did she have any success in finding her brother?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.
"No," answered Mrs. Whipple, "she did not,
