The little girl was silent for some moments.
"I know! I will begin about the man in the garden!" she said suddenly. "You remember the black-haired young man whom we found under the ash-tree, the day 'Snoozy' was lost?"
"Yes, I remember," said Tom.
"Oh, yes, Una!" chimed in Norah. "Can you tell us now what he told you? It was a secret then, you know."
"Yes," said Una. "I couldn't tell you then, because it was part of papa's secret, you know. But now it doesn't matter, it isn't a secret any more—not papa's, I mean.
"Isn't it? Are you sure, Una?" asked Norah.
"Quite sure. I said to papa: 'Is it a secret?' And he said: 'Not when I'm gone, little one.' So you see I may tell you now," said Una sadly.
"Will you tell us who the man was, then, Una?" asked Tom after a little pause.
"He was a Russian," said Una. "So was papa; and that sad country, a long, long way off, which he told me about, was Russia. Do you remember?"
"Yes, the country where the little children are sometimes quite sad and miserable because their fathers are taken away from them, and their homes are taken away from them too," said Norah.