“No.”
“Nor yet about the house bein’ set a-fire?”
“No.”
“Well, did you ask him his name?”
“Yes, and he only shook his head.”
“Did you ask him who his father and mother was?”
“Yes, but he didn’t know.”
“Well, it’s ama-a-azin’,” said Joe.
But it was true. The boy’s life had been saved just when it had been ebbing away, but that was all. With the cruel blow which struck him down all recollection of the past was cut away, and the boy had, as it were, to begin life all over again, not as a little child, for he could talk and chat merrily; but the dark cloud which came down so suddenly had shut everything else away.
“Well, it’s ama-a-azin’,” said Joe to his wife, “and it seems to me as we found him and saved him alive and all as belonged to him was killed dead, why, he must belong to us. What do you say to keeping him?”