"Is this baby's mother a widow, Chloe?" she asked, at length.
"I think so, missis—I don't know—I ax no questions."
"Is she wealthy?"
"Lor', bless you, no, missis; her clothes all mended berry carful."
"I wish I had this baby," said the old lady, half musingly, as she again looked at Charley.
"Oh, Lor', missis, she lub him like her life—'t ain't no use, I tink."
The old lady seemed scarcely to hear Chloe's answer, but sat looking at Charley.
"It would be a great comfort to me," she continued. "Where does his mother live, Chloe?"
"In —— street," answered the negress.