"Here."
"How long have you been here?"
"Nearly two years."
"Then how can you call it home?"
"I do that only that I may—speak your language. Of course, it is not my real home."
"Where is the real home?"
"I hope it is in heaven," she said, with a simplicity that took away all taint of cant or mere phrase-making.
"But where do you come from?"
"I come from Montreal."
"Oh! and don't you ever go back to visit your people?"