"No, sir."
"Any relation?"
"Not as I knows on."
"Why are you two together?"
"I takes care on him," said Grif; "but I don't know what to do now. I ain't got nothin' to give him to eat."
"Oh, uncle!" cried Marian.
But he did not release her hand.
"Where is his mother and father?"
"Got none."
"And yours?"