It was one of Pollypod's peculiarities that she was always wanting to know.
"Well, Polly?"
"Was Lily's mother naughty?"
"O, no, Polly! O, no!"
"What is she shut up in the box for, then?"
"She is gone from us, Polly dear."
"Was you naughty, Lily?" continued the inquisitive little Pollypod; "and is that the reason why she's gone?"
"No, Polly, dear."
"What is the reason, then, Lily?" inquired the pertinacious little maid. "I want to know."
"God has taken her, Polly," said Lily, in a tearful voice.