Seth stared at Sally. "That's all?"
"That's all."
"Did Pharaoh say who lives there?"
"No."
"And," said Seth, placing his hand kindly on Sally's head, "you don't want to tell."
"No; for if anythink happened to him through me, mother would never speak to me agin."
"All right, Sal. I can guess what you don't want to tell. The next time you can't find the Duchess, you come to me; I'll soon settle matters."
The opportunity occurred very soon, and was brought about probably by Sally, who relaxed her watch so that Seth could make the discovery for himself. Taking Sally with him, Seth proceeded to the house, and found Ned Chester entertaining the child, to whom he had taken so strange a liking. He was charming the Duchess's soul with his tin whistle; and Seth, pausing on the stairs, listened in wonder to the melodious sounds produced by the drunken vagrant. He was ignorant of Ned Chester's accomplishments in the musical way, and was only made acquainted with Ned's possession of so rare a talent by Sally exclaiming:
"There he is!"
"That's never your brother, Sal," observed Seth.