"And who sent you here, Georgie?"
"Nobody di'n't."
"Then how have you come?"
"By my own self, course."
"What! all the way from the Flint House? That's where you live, isn't it?"
Carlton put the second question with sudden misgiving. The name was not unique in that country; he might be mistaken after all. And already—in these few moments—he could not bear the idea of being thus mistaken in this sturdy, friendly, independent boy.
"Yes, that's where," said Georgie, nodding.
"Then what can have brought him here!"
"Well, you see," said Georgie, confidentially, "my lady taked me for a walk——"
"Your lady?"