“Yes, sir.”
“What right had you to be there?”
“None, sir. But we had nowhere else to go, and nobody seemed to want the place. We didn’t hurt anything. We swept away a multitude of dead moths, and killed a lot of live ones, and destroyed a whole granary of grubs; and the dog killed a great rat.”
“What is your name?”
“Clare—Porson,” answered Clare, with a little intervening hesitation.
“You are not quite sure?”
“Yes; that is my name; but I have another older one that I don’t know.”
“A bad answer! The name you go by is not your own! Hum! Is that boy your brother?”
“No, sir.”
“Your cousin?”