“Yes, dear.”
“And his name was Will something or other. I remember that much.”
“Will Harcourt.”
“Oh, yes! That was it! Who lost him?”
“He himself, I think.”
“Was he a very little boy?”
“No, dear; he is a man.”
“Then, if he is a man, he is not possessed of common sense, to go and lose himself. Who found him?”
“I don’t know, dear. I wish to read this letter, which will tell me, perhaps.”
“Well, read it, and I will go and take George Thomas out for a walk on the pavement,” said the child; and she arose and carried the puppy, on whom she had bestowed the double name, out of the room.