"We will wait till Barbara has gone to bed; we can talk more freely then."
"I have a question to ask her first," I said.
"I also want a little information from her, the meaning of which you will understand when we are alone for the night." The little girl entering at this moment, Bob turned his attention to her. "Barbara, was your sister fond of dress?"
"Lor', sir," answered Barbara. "Aint all gals fond of it? She used to say if she was a lady she'd allus dress in silk."
"Do you recollect what frock she wore when you saw her last?"
"It was a cotton frock, sir--pink, with little flowers on it. Miss Beatrice give it to 'er."
"You would know it again, I suppose, if you saw it?"
"In course I should know it, sir, 'cause Molly'd be in it."
"But it would be worn out by this time, Barbara."
"Yes, sir, it would. I didn't think of that."