“She must be a little off on that; but take another tack.”
The captain did so.
“Do you remember living with any one excepting your Uncle George and Aunt Letitia?”
Inez thought hard again, and replied, after a few seconds:
“I don’t know. Sometimes he was Uncle George and sometimes Uncle Con. We lived in the city a good while, where there were, oh, such lots of houses! but there was a time before that when we come such a long, long way in the cars. We rode and rode, and 65 I guess we must have come from the moon, for we was ten years on the road.”
“Do you remember what sort of looking place the moon was?”
“It was just like San Francisco––that is, it was full of houses.”
The officers looked at each other with a smile, and the mate said:
“It’s plain enough what that means. She has come from New York, over the Union Pacific, and her trip was probably the longest of her life.”
“Do you remember your father and mother?”