"Mother."
"You said you had none."
"More I have. She's dead."
"Father too?"
"Yes; ever so long ago."
"What brought you here?"
"My legs."
Miser Farebrother restrained his anger—for which there was no sound reason, the lad's manner being perfectly respectful.
"What did you come here for?"
"To see grandfather. I heerd mother talk of him and grandmother ever so many times, and that they lived down here; so when she was buried I thought I might do worse than come and see 'em."