"How did you happen to come here? Did Fetzer advertise?"
"No," answered Ellen with difficulty. "My father and I passed here and he stopped and looked at your house. I came to look at it one day because it reminded me of him. I was very forlorn. I think I was crying and I crossed the street in front of an automobile and was struck and Mrs. Fetzer befriended me."
"When did you recognize me?"
"When you came home."
"Why didn't you speak?"
"I couldn't."
"Did your father ever speak of me?"
"He wanted to make you executor of his will, but he couldn't complete it."
"Why didn't you find me?"
"I couldn't remember your name."