Mrs. Gano, with unflattering eyes on the head of the house, gave an incredulous cough. She seemed on the point of expressing more indubitably some further thought, looked at the boy, softened suddenly, and smiled at the grave little face.
"You know who I am?"
He shook his brown curls. A shadow crossed the woman's face.
"Is he never told anything of his father or his father's people?"
"He is very young yet to take an interest in folks he hasn't seen."
"He is nearly six."
"What say?"
"I should have thought an intelligent child of six might have been told that his grandmother—"
"Not six yet, madam. Of course, when he is older—"
He made a gesture indicating a liberal policy.