“Where is he, dear? tell me, and I will take you to him, shall I?”
“If you please, Sir,” said Katy, innocently, “he has gone to heaven.”
“God help you,” said the gentleman, with moistened eyes, “where had you been when I met you?”
“Please, Sir—I—I—I had rather not tell,” replied Katy, with a crimson blush.
“Very odd, this,” muttered the gentleman; “what is your name, dear?”
“Katy, Sir.”
“Katy what?” asked the gentleman. “Katy-did, I think! for your voice is as sweet as a bird’s.”
“Katy Hall, Sir.”
“Hall? Hall?” repeated the gentleman, thoughtfully; “was your father’s name Harry?”