"And who do you belong to anyhow?"
"Belong to mamma, and I want to go home, if you please."
"What is it, old woman?"
"I can't make it out. Come here."
Jack, who was in the pantry eating his supper, came in with his mouth full. Flora knew him at once. It was Jack Midnight; but he did not recognize her till she cried, "Oh, I am so glad!"
"Well, if it ain't the little miss!" said Jack. "Whatever have you been a-doing?"
"What little miss?" queried the woman.
"Mr. Lee's little miss. She belongs to the white cottage."
"You don't say!"